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javarium · 5 months

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sweet dedication | g. satoru

a year after his fight with sukuna, satoru finally gets to enjoy his birthday in peace, with no one but his beloved wife.

w — fluff, post-canon, lots of food :3, i incorporated a doggo sue me, vv short but hopefully sweet 🥰

Happy Birthday, My Beloved Satoru ❤️❤️

[ line divider credit to @/saradika ]

The last thing Satoru expected to smell coming through the front door of his home was a mixture of cinnamon and cherries. He shrugged off the jacket from his shoulders and curiously stepped further into his home. Upon seeing the kitchen table and every counter, his eyes went wide and mouth fell open.

On the kitchen table was at least four boxes of pizza, chicken wings, fried chicken, and brisket. Towards the end of the table farther fell the front door were sides, like green bean casserole and corn. His mouth began to water, his inner food junkie rearing it’s hungry head.

Across the counters and clearly in the oven were desserts, desserts, and more desserts — apple and cherry pie, cheesecake, fruit kebabs, crepes, mochi, brownies, kikufuku from Sendai. Gosh, what was the occasion?

And then the man sees above the hallway entrance that leads to the other rooms: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Satoru gapes.

Was it really December 7th?

He checks his phone and his brows raise in surprise. How in the world did he forget?

But you didn’t. You would’ve been the only one available to have made such a feast for him (even if it was mostly sweets), since everyone else was out on missions, still trying to tidy up Japan after the Culling Games’ toll.

He feels his heart swell with love and happiness, happy that you’ve remembered a date that he’s thrown to the side for so many years. He’s happy that you’ve done so much here for him, a genuine showcase of how much you really loved him and knew him by cooking all of his favorites. This must’ve taken you hours and hours to do; this being a clear proclamation of how much you’ve dedicated yourself to him and to knowing him.

“Babe?” he calls out to open air. No response. He’s smart by checking the kitchen first; you’d never leave cooking food unattended.

Satoru’s mouth quirks up into a sweet smile at the sight of passed out, sitting on the kitchen floor with your inseparable corgi Maple snoozing away right next to you. Although he squints at the sight of your neck lolled to the side in the corner of the cabinets. That didn’t look comfortable at all.

He’s not sure if he should take you to bed or wake you up right now. After a moment, he decides the former. But as soon as you’re scooped up and secured against his broad chest, your eyes flutter open. Maple wakes up too, barking and wiggling her butt, happy to see her dad.

“Oh, my god. Satoru!”

He winks. “The one and only baby.”

Your brain has always been fast about remembering all of the events prior to any sort of sleep or nap you’ve had. This time was no different, and he chuckles when you begin to groan and complain about your surprise being ruined.

“God, I can’t believe I fell asleep! How does one even sleep on the kitchen floor. My ass hurts, Jesus,” you complain. You burrow your head into the crook of his neck in embarrassment as he carries you to the couch and sits down with you on his lap. Maple bounds up behind him and miraculously uses her little legs to hop up on the couch. Satoru chuckles and takes a moment to briefly give her belly rubs.

“Thank you for trying to make this day special for me,” your ‘Toru says. It’s sweet, the tone of his voice, filled with love and adoration. “Don’t feel bad. That looks like a lot of cooking you did, so it’s only natural you’d fall asleep at some point. So don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?”

You grumble but nod anyway. It was true. You’d been awake ever since he’d left earlier this morning, putting the pedal to the floor on your attempt to swamp the love of your life with all of his favorite foods made by hand.

“I love you, Satoru,” you mumble, still tired and sleepy from overextending yourself.

“I love you, too, baby.” His lips press a long kiss to the side of your temple. He pulls away to gaze down into your eyes, chuckles escaping him again at seeing the sleepy haze in them. “Thank you for trying to make my special day special.”

“But I still didn’t get to surprise you,” you complain.

“I wasn’t expecting it when I came home, especially now with everything going on. I think that’s a big enough surprise for me,” he argues. “So come on, cheer up! We have some delicious delicious food to eat made by my sweet, adorable, wonderful wifey-poo! Except the pizza of course!”

You deadpan. “Call me that again and I’ll smash the strawberry shortcake I made as your birthday cake in that expensive jacket you bought last week.”

Satoru gasps dramatically in horror.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

“Not if I eat it first!”

taglist:

@vagabond-umlaut @heresan @4sat0ruu and @/all my satoru lovers also i shouldn’t have taken that nap otherwise this taglist would be longer lmaoo

let’s raise a glass to this man who deserves the entire fucking world

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #Happy Birthday ‘Toru ❤️❤️

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kangaroosmile · 7 months

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Washing away the bad energy - Jisung

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description: When you come home after work you find a tired Jisung on your sofa who had a very bad day. You offer him to wash all the bad energy away.

pairing: Han Jisung x gnreader

genre: fluff, boyfriend Jisung, gnreader, non-sexual nudity, reader is taking care of Jisung, you help Jisung take a shower

word count: ~1.7 k

trigger warning: nudity (non-sexual), mentioning of food and eating, mental health issues

A/N: If there are any tags or tw you think I should add, please inform me about it ♡ but now enjoy the story.

You can find more of my stories under Stray Kids Masterlist

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When you opened the door to your apartment, the light in your living room was turned on. When you walked further in, you noticed Jisung sitting on your sofa deeply wrapped in your favourite blanket. He was watching a documentary, his eyes focused on your TV. You placed the takeaway on your kitchen table and walked over towards Jisung. When you stopped in front of him he finally seemed to notice you. And you noticed how tired he looked.

"How was your day?", Jisung asked.

"Tiring. How are you?" He kept quiet for a moment, looking towards the tv instead of answering. "You don't need to tell me how you are right now", you whispered, softly playing with his hair. "Just tell me what you need right now." A soft smile appeared on his face as his glance turned back to you. He slowly opened his arms and it just took you a second to drive into his arms. You made yourself comfortable as Jisung wrapped his arms around you tightly. A soft sigh escaped Jisungs lips.

For a few moments you two just listened to the documentary which was still playing on the TV.

"I got us both some takeaway. If you want, we can eat that and then we can do what you want. What do you think?", you asked, while running your hand through his hair.

"What have you bought?", he mumbled against your shoulder, his eyes softly closed.

"Bibimbap and cheesecake."

"Nice!", Jisung said, slowly getting up from your sofa, still wrapped in the big blanket. You got up as well and grabbed the takeaway bag to sit down next to Jisung at your coffee table. You let him open the bag and watched as a wide smile appeared on his lips.

"Thanks for grabbing takeaway", he whispered, shortly leaning in and placing his head on your shoulder.

"When you texted me, asking whether you could stop by after work I knew I just wanted to spoil you a bit." Hearing this, Jisung softly moved his body against you as a whine left his mouth. Laughing at his reaction, you carried his cheeks for a second.

"Let's eat before everything gets cold." Jisung nodded and started to dig in. In silence and with the television in the background you two are. You learned to enjoy this side of your relationship just as much as the cheerful times. After a while Jisung had stopped eating and was now just looking at you. His eyes started to move from you to his hands and back again. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Jisung let out a deep breath.

"I don't want to force myself on you. I… what if you don't want to do what I ask you for but you are doing it anyways?", he ranted, looking everywhere but at you.

"Jisungie", you mumbled, taking his hands in yours. "I know you have these thoughts and I know it's hard to let them go. But I can assure you that I am fine with everything. Otherwise I wouldn't say yes to it", you explained. "And I will tell you this every time you ask." You smiled at him, hoping it was looking encouraging and honest. His glance fell on his hands again.

"I'm sorry that I am like this." Hr whispered.

"There is nothing you need to feel sorry about." He stayed silent and you knew he was thinking about what you had said. Then he softly nodded his head. You were not sure whether he was really believing in what you have said but you would tell him that every time he would need to hear it. "Will you tell me what was on your mind?"

"I wanted to ask whether I could side hug you but then I was unsure because you were still eating and I didn't want to interrupt you", he then explained.

"Oh Sungie", you breathed, softly patting his cheek. "Of course you can do that. And thank you for being honest with me. It really means a lot to me." Jisungs shoulders went down a bit as he exhaled. Without another word Jisung leaned in and hugged you from the side. You placed a short kiss on the top of his head and then finished the rest of your Bibimbap.

"Today was hard", whispered Jisung after a while. "I got up too late which meant I didn't have enough time to prepare for the day." You wrapped your free arm around him and pulled him closer. "Then the yoghurt I wanted to eat had gone bad. And one of the managers said my song is too dark so we can't use it in our next comeback."

"Oh that's a lot in one day", you muttered.

"It was", he said, his voice trembling and his eyes already watery. If possible, you pulled him even closer.

"But you did it. You got through everything and now you are here", you mumbled carrying his back.

"Yes… I did", he replied, his voice still trembling.

"You can be proud of yourself."

"You know what we will do now?", you asked, backing away a bit to look at Jisung. The other looked confused and shook his head. "We will wash all the bad things away. Of course only if you are comfortable with this", you suggested, feeling a bit nervous because it would be something new. You have never seen him completely naked and you didn't know whether Jisung was fine with this or not.

"You would do that for me?", he asked, his eyes wide and his eyebrows high up. As you stood up, you nodded and held your hand out towards him. He took it and let himself be pulled up. Together you walked towards your bath.

"I will get you a new towel and a few clothes you left the last time around", you told him, while playing with his hair. He softly nodded and as you left your bathroom he started to undress himself. You were humming a soft melody as you walked back in. Jisung had his back towards you already completely naked. Carefully you stroked over his wide shoulders which made him fall slightly against you. A light sigh escaped his mouth and he leaned even more into you. You wrapped your arms around his upper body and his hands closed around yours in front of his chest. For a moment you stayed like this. Just enjoying having him close but then you carefully patted his chest.

"Let's wash all the bad energy off." At that, Jisung nodded and slowly stepped into the bathtub. He crouched down and waited as you turned the water on. "Is the temperature alright for you?", you asked while letting the water run over Jisungs hands.

"Yes. That's nice", he mumbled and closed his eyes as you started to let the warm water run over his back and shoulders. You softly started to continue the melody you had hummed earlier, carefully spreading the shampoo over Jisungs shoulders, neck, back and chest.

"I'm gonna smell like you", muttered Jisung, looking up with a wide but tired looking smile. You couldn't hold back a giggle as you nodded and kissed his still dry hair.

"That's true. My Jisungie will smell like me." It made him laugh lightly, leaning against your hand which was now on his head. "Can I wash your hair now?", you asked softly as you stroked through his hair. Letting out a sigh, he nodded as an answer. When his hair was wet and washed you let the warm water run over his body a few more moments. His shoulders seemed much more relaxed now. He looked quite adorable playing with the small runlet of water.

"Thank you for this" muttered Jisung and looked up to you. You smiled back at him.

"Do you want to get out now?" Without saying anything he stood up and closed the tap, while you stepped back and held a towel out for him to grab. After a moment Jisung accepted the towel and began to pat his body dry. Meanwhile you took a hairdryer out of one of your small bathroom cabinets and plucked it in. When you turned towards Jisung again he had dressed himself already. You nearly cooed seeing him standing there in front of you with sleepy eyes and sweater paws. "Let's dry your hair a bit. What do you think, jagi?", you whispered as you held out a hand for him to take. You saw Jisungs cheeks softly turning pink and a bright smile appearing on his lips. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub and closed his eyes when you started to dry his hair. You parted his hair a few times, always careful to not pull at his hair. And when his hair was dry enough you turned off the hairdryer.

Suddenly Jisung leaned forwards right against your body, slowly wrapping his arms around your torso.

"I am so grateful for having you in my life", he whispered against your hoodie but you heard him nonetheless.

"And I am so thankful to have you in my life as well", you replied to his confession and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Can we go to your bed for some cuddles?"

"Just for cuddles? Does that mean you are planning to go to your own home tonight?", you asked jokingly, which made Jisung laugh.

"I would like to sleep here tonight, if that's alright." With a wide smile you nodded and pulled him up.

"Of course that's alright." As you two walked into your bedroom you noticed that Jisung seemed already in a lighter mood again. As Jisung made himself comfortable under your covers you changed into your pyjamas and shortly texted Chan. After that you joined Jisung and within minutes both of you had fallen asleep. With arms linked.

You:

Took care of Sungie. He is doing better again. We are going to sleep now. :)

21:58

Chan:

Thanks for taking care of Jisung in a way we can't. I really hope we can all meet soon again.

Sleep well you two.

22:01

#stray kids #skz #kpop #han jisung #jisung x reader #han jisung x gnreader #jisung x gnreader #han jisung x you #fluff #han jisung fluff #han jisung imagines #taking care of jisung #spoiling jisung but he needs it!#mentioning of bang chan #stray kids fluff #nonsexual #no smut #non-sexual

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akawrites000 · 5 months

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when two people meet and they belong together on some level - a prompt list

again, this can be used for anyone - close friends, s/o, crushes. please feel free to change pronouns as you see fit :)

A and B are benchmates, and by the end of the lecture, they've managed to become more than strangers, and people with common interests. They exchange numbers - "can I have your full name?" "sure, but why?" "I just like to store the full names of people's contacts that I'm going to save."

A has never eaten out with their new friend before, so they're pretty nervous because they eat differently? compared to the locals. "i'm sorry, but can I eat with my hands? I just feel more comfortable doing it." B just smiles kindly at A, and A immediately feels at home, despite being miles away from it. "of course you can, please be comfortable!"

A introduces their cuisine to B and B absolutely loves it. "I can't believe I've never had this before!" "do you like it?" " of course! this is easily one of the best meals I've had in my life". Then they both grin at each other and continue to spend the upcoming hours in the restaurant, smiling, chatting away and having a jolly time. (the restaurant people are nice because they don't get kicked out xD)

A teaches B how to eat food from their cuisine and B follows obediently. A is so impressed by B's efforts, just looks at B with a fond smile while B is busy trying to eat the food correctly. "am I doing this right? can I eat this with both hands?"

B invites A over to their place for Halloween and A is so pleasantly surprised, that they can't believe it. "You're inviting me over? really?" "of course! I'd love to have you over if you'd like to come!" A later gets to know that B themselves was a transfer student who went to another country to study, so they can understand the feelings of an international student. A was just so touched and couldn't stop smiling.

It's A's first Halloween and B watches them smile and get excited about everything with a fond look on their face. A turns to them, almost shy, "um, i- I didn't really bring any Halloween clothes," and B has to try really hard to hold in their laugh because A was just being really cute right now. "I can help with that," - B finds a pair of cute purple socks and a headband for A to wear and A's excitement lights up B's entire evening.

"so, do you invite people often?" you seem to be a really good host." B, surprised, "ah, thank you for saying that, but actually, no, I don't." A smiles at the answer and they continue watching the movie playing on the tv, a comfortable distance between them, feeling warm despite the cold winds outside.

B watches A order their usual and smiles at them, "hot chocolate as usual?". A nods, happy with their favourite drink in hand. "What are you getting?" B points to their plate, "oh, just a plate of strawberry cheesecake, I really like these." A makes a mental note of it.

At the cafe again, weeks later, after class, "one hot chocolate and one strawberry cheesecake please!" B just stares at A, dumbfounded, "you remember!" "of course I do!"

"do you want to talk? I don't want to go home just yet." A and B walk over to a bench on their campus and proceed to talk into the evening until A had to catch a bus back home.

A spots a duck upside down in a pond and immediately texts B (who's absent that day) - "uhh, a duck is upside down and I'm worried about it." A doesn't know but B was wheezing while texting back, " that's normal don't worry, it's just feeding." A lets out a breath of relief, "thank goodness! I haven't seen a lot of ducks in my hometown." "I can tell."

A and B compare their hand sizes, after which B holds A's (much smaller) hand. "your hands are so small, no wonder you get cold easily!" A just smiles happily and holds B's hand tighter.

A and B spend the whole day together and then can't stop thinking about it after. "is it weird that I'm grinning, still thinking about how fun today was?" "no, because I'm still thinking about it too."

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cloudsstarlight · 8 months

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Comfort writing cuz. I'll be lowkey honest I don't see many x readers revolving around helping lovers with their periods??? Yah yah it's an icky subject but you can't tell me it's not wholesome as fuck when your cheesecake boyfriend volunteers to make you feel like a princess when you're in massive pain

So now Cloud is my victim of testing out to see what he'd do huehuem

♡Period Problems♡

Summary: Headcanons/short scenario of Cloud helping out with his girlfriend's period issues.

Reader Details: The reader is female!

Warnings: ...uuhh, if you don't likey period topics then don't read? I kinda don't know why I'm putting that there, just wanna be sure no one gets disgusted. Meds are also involved.

Okay obviously the man knows what periods are lmao

But....never did he think he'd have to get involved with it, hell he didn't even think he'd get this far to have a girlfriend that he cares for like crazy.

So in the beginning, he was a bit awkward when being given the news that it was that time of the month. He'd give you your space if ever you felt under the weather, or would stay by you like he usually does when you aren't on your period.

It really depends on how you feel, really. He already knows that your body is going through a lot, so he doesn't want to add onto it.

"..Hey Cloudy? May I...have favor from you?"

"Sure, waddya need?"

"...Pads-"

Yeah Cloud didn't think he'd be caught dead in the feminine products aisle. he's. he's trying okay .

Eventually though, he does get used to it whenever you couldn't get pads or pain meds yourself. Cloud was gradually starting to even preparing your needs in advance.

Pads and meds weren't the only things he'd get for you though, as he started bringing some chocolates or other comfort foods that you'd have cravings for.

And if ever you'd have accidents, he would never get mad, after all, it's not your fault since you can't really control it.

That being said, he'd change your clothes and the sheets if you were in too much pain do it yourself(but I'll be honest I don't think he'd care if you were in pain or not, man is such a sweetheart, he just wants you to relax).

"I'm back."

Cloud had just returned from doing arrands for the stuff you need to get through your period days, setting the bag down on the table and calling out to you.

"Babe?"

He walked over to the bedroom you two shared, slowly pushing the door open a crack to reveal your exhausted form, resting after having to battle endless waves of cramps until the painkiller finally kicked in, but you were knocked out by then and asleep. Cloud sighed, relieved that you were alright at least.

He walked over and kneeled down, facing you as you were resting on your side. He gently brushed the strands of hair that fell on your face and smiled at your relaxed state. He planted a soft kiss on your nose.

"...It's okay love...I'll help you get through this."

#🌠ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟCosmo writings #cloud strife x reader #cloud x reader #final fantasy vii #ff7 #ff7 x reader

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moontyuns · 1 year

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hoodie stealer;

words count: 884 pairing: Yeonjun x gn!reader genre: established relationships, fluff

You shuffle through your closet in an attempt to find something to wear. Today you and your boyfriend Yeonjun are going on a coffee date, so you want to wear something simple and casual that brings you warmth and comfort. You already decided that you definitely wear those blue baggy jeans for the bottom but for the top, you decided between a sweater and hoodie, not just your ordinary hoodie but the one you stole from your boyfriend. Actually, there is more than one, you eventually stole at least four of his hoodies. In your defense, you can say that they’re comfier than your own and all of them felt like Yeonjun’s hugs.

After a few more minutes you finally decide on this black hoodie that is twice bigger as you. All you hope for is that Yeonjun won’t notice that it’s his. You admire your outfit for the date in the mirror smiling at how cute you look in it. Soon your phone dinged notifying you about Yeonjun’s arrival, so you put on the coat and took your keys and phone, and left the apartments.

Yeonjun opened the door of his car for you and took your hand in his immediately. It’s become his habit to hold your hand everywhere you go together and you don’t mind it in the slightest. Both of you arrived at your favorite coffee shop that you went to for your first-ever date (well technically it was a friendly date, but it’s what helps you realize your feelings for each other). This is a really cozy place, it’s not big, but there are plenty of soft couches and tables. You entered the building and immediately felt a nice smell of coffee; some lo-fi music playing in the background. Yeonjun squeezed your hand softly asking for your attention. “The usual?” He asked you, to make sure that you don’t want anything new, you just hummed in response and he sent you to your table.

The boy came back with your orders in his hands and he can see how your eyes lit up when you saw your favorite cheesecake that was served only in this place. He never stops fascinating your reaction to such ordinary things as eating your favorite food or watching clouds on a warm sunny day, but this love for simple daily things is what he loves in you. As you start sipping your coffee you fall into your casual conversation with your boyfriend about the tiring week and the plans for the next one. Everything was fine until Yeonjun gave you a suspicious look. “What?” you asked with a puzzled expression “Is there something wrong with my face or what?” you clearly don’t understand what that look was for. “Nah, you’re fine. It’s just the hoodie…it seems quite familiar. Is it mine?” he squints his eyes looking at the thing carefully. You gulped because you really hoped that he forgets about it and won’t remember that he has one. Not that you are scared of him knowing that you steal his clothes, it's just you are shy about the fact that you didn’t return it back to him. “Uh.. well..maybe?” you begin fidgeting with the rings on your hands. “So that’s where I “lost” my favorite hoodie” Yeonjun chuckled “Is it the only one? Because I feel like I have more missing clothes” he eyed your already red face and cackled “Babe, you don’t need to be shy about it just say that you like my clothes more and that’s it” he took your hand in his smiling softly. “Well maybe I am..but you know it just feels like your hugs when I wear it and make me feel comfy” you pouted and averted your gaze from him. “Cute.” the boy whispered. “What?” you pretend you didn’t hear what he said, because even after all of this time you still feel flustered from his compliments. “I said, you are cute.” Yeonjun brought your hand closer to his lips and left a delicate kiss on your skin. “You know, I guess you look even better in my clothes than I am” you feel how your face flushed and Yeonjun giggled at your reaction. The boy reached for your face across the table and stole a sweet kiss from your lips, just like you stole his hoodies.

Bonus.

You were in the kitchen when you heard that the door opened, it signaled that Yeonjun had already come for a movie night you planned for today. You went to greet him with a kiss. “I bring us some snacks and drinks, there is your favorite!” he shakes the bag in front of you, you squealed when you saw a pack of your favorite chips. “Go wash your hands and take some spare clothes, it’s on the third shelf. I will prepare everything here so be quick!” you send him off. While you set up the drinks and snacks on the table in your living room, suddenly you hear a scream from your room. “Y/n!! What the hell?? How did you end up stealing seven of my hoodies?” Yeonjun screamed and you almost dropped the pack of snacks from your hands. Oops.. you forgot to tell your boyfriend that accidentally your collection of his clothes increased.

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codenameredkrystalmatrix · 22 days

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Made with Love- Miguel O’Hara x FemReader

You could always trust him to bring the perfect close to a day at the café.

"Alright folks, keep it up. I want you all out of my place by 6 o'clock sharp!"

Translation: I know it's been a busy week, so I want you all to get some time off. I'll clean up here.

You smiled, joining in the teasing "Yes, sir, manager, sir!" with your co-workers. Isaac groaned, keeping up his unsmiling exterior.

Tables to wait, orders to write, customers to chat with- why hadn't Amanda made the amaretto yet? Oh, Jayce was here for his pound cake- did they have enough pumpkin for the muffins?

Yep, the post work rush was in full swing.

There was strain in your legs and and a bit of a rasp to your voice, but you wouldn't trade this for the world. Seeing people's faces light up when they tried something new, or close their eyes in contentment when they had their old favourites- this was your little slice (pun absolutely intended) of heaven. Although, there was one more thing that could have made it perf- oh crud!

"I have to do deliveries!"

"Nope! My turn!" Daniel gave you a two-fingered salute before putting on a bike helmet. "Check the roster!"

When you did look, he was right. Huh. You were certain it was yours, but you dismissed it. There was plenty to do inside.

The tide of activity ebbed and flowed as the hours wore on. As always, the hustle and bustle eased as daylight faded. The heat of many bodies crowded in one little café dissipated. Newcomers and regulars alike bid their goodbyes, and you could finally catch your breath.

You'd been sitting in the back kitchen when it happened. Dani called your name in that unmistakable singsong. “Someone’s here for you!”

He came? Your heart soared. It had been a while since Miguel last visited you on work. You could have your little evening ritual together.

You headed into the employee fridge, and picked up your packages, hoping he'd like the treats you'd chosen. As per store policy, employees got some of the goods that hadn't sold immediately to minimize waste. They were all well-kept, so there was no fuss about it. The rest would be donated wherever they could bring smiles.

Speeding into Entering the main dining area again, you saw the tall, mocha-toned man you loved smiling at you. “What brings you here, stranger?”

Reaching out, he slid his hands around your torso, guiding you into his chest for a gentle hug. “I missed you too.”

Hands occupied, you burrowed in with the rest of your body and smiled.

“How's work?”

“Busy. I thought you had all those new contracts to review, Mr. CEO!”

He stepped back slightly, the golden light dancing in his curls and giving a warm tone to those mahogany eyes.

“Sólo quería ver tu bonita cara.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Isaac tap the sign before heading out back. It featured a crossed-out can, then a crossed-out plate of noodles. Customers were told that it was the store policy on fast food. Your dear co-workers who knew the truth, however, snickered.

You huffed, deciding you'd ignore them all.

Once comfortable at a table, you produced your personal favourites, plus his cheesecake bars and mangonada sorbet from the bag. "I had to fight my way through Melinda and Sean for those, so enjoy them!"

"Your trials will be remembered, noble knight." He smirked, tasting the sorbet and giving a satisfied hum. You took a spoon and delved into your own treats, already feeling more relaxed.

The two of you fell into the comfortable rhythm of conversation, jokes, and the occasional silence. Given he worked in a much bigger business, there was always some new project or opera-worthy employee drama to discuss- told in his sarcastic, deadpan style that made you laugh to tears. You'd won the jackpot, my friend.

During a lull, one of Miguel's hands rested on the table as he reclined. An idea came. With a burst of courage and affection, you took his hand with both your own, lifted it to your lips and kissed it gently. You whispered what you wanted to say in Spanish, so he'd truly understand how much you appreciated him.

"Cada vez que se vuelve demasiado pesado, pienso en casa y pienso en ti."

A tiny gasp escaped his plump, parted lips, before his expression melted to fondness. The hand in your grasp moved to cradle your cheek. Leaning over, Miguel left a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then cheek, then trailed butterfly kisses down your neck.

"No sabes lo feliz que me hace, mi tesoro."

Shivers ran down your spine at the feeling of his lips. You'd reached up to pull him closer, but a tiny voice in your head reminded you of the sign.

You sighed, trying to think past the lightheadedness he always caused. “My…erm...boss doesn’t want us to…”

Miguel laughed, pulling back and looking at you one more time. “Let’s go home, then.”

Nodding enthusiastically, you went to get the rest of your belongings. The roster lay on its usual shelf, and you signed your name before leaving...wait. For all the other weeks, today really was supposed to be the day you you did deliveries. That sneaking Isaac had reassigned you so you could see Miguel more often. You shook your head, both amused and grateful.

As you headed out together, Miguel smiled to himself. One day, he’d tell you each secret and regret that weighed on him. He trusted you. But for now, he’d enjoy these happy days.

Translations:

“Sólo quería ver tu bonita cara.” : I just wanted to see your pretty face.

"Cada vez que se vuelve demasiado pesado, pienso en casa y pienso en ti." : Every time it becomes too much to bear, I think of home and I think of you.

"No sabes lo feliz que me hace, mi tesoro." : You don't know how happy that makes me, my treasure.

(Please accept my humble offering to the community. *runs back into the forest on all-fours.*)

#miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o hara #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o hara x you #miguel o hara x y/n #fluff #coffeshop #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara fanfic

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almostoreghano · 1 year

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fukuzawa x shy!child!reader

Note: f/l means ‘first language’. There aren’t that many Japanese words scattered here but I’ll leave translations at the end. My Japanese Isn’t very good, as I’m still at a beginner level so some of the phrasing will be a little rough, please bear with me 🙃

Summary: Fukuzawa offers to teach you Japanese, but because you refuse to speak to him he’s worried you’re not retaining anything he’s taught you.

Pronouns used: none

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“Try saying これ,” Fukuzawa said whilst sitting beside you. You gave him a blank stare, not daring to move out of fear.

It was not that you didn’t speak, you were simply incredibly shy—and the stone faced man in front of you did not help your case.

Fukuzawa had offered to teach you Japanese, and it would’ve been much easier to tell if you were learning anything, if you would speak to him. By now you had moved on from learning Kana, and shockingly progressed to actual phrases.

He didn’t know (your language) very well, but he noticed you understood when he spoke slowly in Japanese and pointed at objects, so communication wasn’t impossible.

“Can you write it for me,” he said, trying not to let out a sigh in frustration. You silently picked up the pencil and wrote out the Hiragana characters with ease.

This carried on for a few hours. Fukuzawa telling you to repeat something, you mirroring his own empty stare, and resulting to writing the word instead.

Perhaps feeding you would make you like him, he thought to himself. Running out of ideas to convince you that he was not a threat, he left the room to get your coat. He could practically feel your gaze follow him out of the front room.

When he returned he peeked over your shoulder to find you writing full sentences, which comforted him a bit.

“Come,” he said in the most gentle tone he could muster, “why don’t we get lunch,” he looked at you, silently praying that you at least understood ‘lunch’. When you nodded, he released a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.

On your way to the small cafe, about 10 minutes from Fukuzawa’s home, he tried to make light conversation with you or pointing at different objects saying they’re respected names in Japanese. There was some progress being made, instead of staring at him you at least nodded or shook your head.

When you both arrived, the head server greeted you, before leading you both to a small table near the windows. He dropped to menus, with a package of crayons and paper.

“For the little one,” He said with a small smile.

Fukuzawa looked over the small menu, settling for a slice of cheesecake.

“What are you getting,” he asked softly, expecting you to stare at him. You shrugged your shoulders before continuing to look.

The server returned, admittedly making you jump from his sudden appearance.

Fukuzawa repeated his order before both turned to you. You parted your lips slightly, trembling feeling the adults staring down at you. Fukuzawa was prepared to chime in, when we sighed.

『ぷりんとまんじゅ、おねがいします。』you said in a trembling, but audible voice. You looked at Fukuzawa and searched his face for approval. Even Fukuzawa, known for his ever constant poker-face, couldn’t help but let the shock wash over his face. Once he fully recovered, he nodded letting a small smile to grace his face. The server nodded before returning to the kitchen.

“Very good,” Fukuzawa said quietly, as if if he had raised his voice it would scare you. You didn’t raise your head to look him in the eye, but a small thank you could be heard among the the white noise in the cafe. Deciding that that was enough talking for the day, you silently waited for your food to come.

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Translations: again my Japanese isn’t perfect please correct me I’m wrong!!

これ: this

Breakdown of: 『ぷりんとまんじゅ、おねがいします。』

ぷりん: Purin (Japanese dessert)

と: and

まんじゅ: Manju (Red Bean Cakes)

おねがいします: onegaishimasu (please)

note: another source said you could also use ください (Kudasai)

『』: double quotation marks

、: comma

。:period/full stop

Love this old guy 😔✊

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luvsuperboard · 1 year

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lee felix, the fuck did you put in the brownies?

pairing: besties!ot8 x gn!reader

contains: crack, cursing, dramatic ass besties bc they’re skz, mentions of weed (mdni).

‼️: remember this is just an scenario and humor, don’t take anything seriously!!

note: I LOVE MAKING THESE, it’s so fun KDJD. btw thank you sm for all the likes and reblogs for “comfort meal” i really appreciate it <33

you were in your room, chilling like a villain –yes, like the movie descendants, what about it– and like the cool person you are when you started to feel dizzy. kind of nauseous although you still felt… relaxed? it was a weird feeling. your head felt heavy and your stomach was growling even though you weren’t hungry, you had eaten moments ago.

you quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom, facing the mirror you took a look at your face; your eyes looked tired and droopy, which was weird since you had gotten a good sleep the night before…

this could only mean one thing, well, you could either be turning into a zombie or you were intoxicated by food –yea let’s go with the second option. your thoughts about zombies and unexplainable things like aliens and stuff are for other story.

back to your illness. you walked around your room, from the bed to the bathroom, from the vanity to the window. still thinking about what could’ve gotten you sick. you decided to go with an elimination process.

“okay… let’s see” you sat on the edge of your bed, frowning as you looked at the floor “yesterday…for dinner, cereal!” yea that couldn’t be, it was normal for you to eat that.

“this morning i had a toast? yea that can’t be” your hand went to your chin as you hummed, your eyes squinting as you tried to remember what else you ate that wasn’t usual or inside your comfort zone.

“today the guys came over… hyunjin brought wine, han brought cheesecake and felix brought brownies but- hold on” finally, good lord.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” mhm, a gut feeling was telling you this had to do with felix.

you quickly grabbed the jacket that was in your kitchens counter and looked for your car keys in the cabinet they were usually in but oh right, you were dizzy, and yea that didn’t help at all. it only caused your head to spin more.

“fuck it, they’ll have to come” you patted your pockets looking for your phone, when you opened it you went straight to the phone app’s keypad type felix’s number.

“beep…beep…beep… hi, it’s felix! please leave your message-”

“AGH, YOU KNOW WHAT? FORGET IT, YOU STUPID ANSWERING MACHINE” okay this wasn’t that deep yet you were getting anxious. but it’s okay we have a second option again.

“i swear to god if this man doesn’t respond” you looked through your contacts and found him; ‘mf with the big ass’.

“HELLO, THIS TIME IM NOT CALLING TO ASK FOR MONEY OR YOUR WORKOUT ROUTINE. PLEASE TELL ME WHERE IS FE-”

“oh hey y/nnnnn~” oh god.

“UM, HI? ANYWAY CAN YOU PLEASE TELL FELIX TO ANSWER MY-”

“felix? oh my! you like him? wowww i always knew you did! i mean im lowkey better but- HEY GIVE IT BACK!”

“NO! WAIT HYUNG WHY ARE YOU CRYING, I JUST TOOK THE PHONE? EW IS THAT DROOL? OH, UHH HEY Y/N!” you sighed when you heard a voice that sounded normal. it was jeongin, your savior.

“LISTEN JEONGIN, JUST LISTEN. BRING WHO EVER I DONT CARE IF YOU BRING THE WHOLE WOLF GANG, JUST MAKE SURE FELIX COMES”

“ALL OF US? WE WENT EARLIER THOUGH. WAIT, OH LORD YOU TOO? DO YOU NEED WATER? DOES IT MATTER IF MINHO COM-” and you hanged up.

1h later…

not four, not five but about a hundred knocks on your apartment’s door, damn. you stood up from the couch – and yes, thankfully you didn’t feel as bad as earlier but the little dizziness was still there. “comin’!”

your jaw didn’t drop because you were too frozen when you opened the door for it to even move. seven men, standing in your home’s entrance, what could be strange about it? they’ve been there before.

oh well let’s just say that one of them was SUCKING ON HIS FINGER LIKE A LITTLE IPAD KID AT HIS GROWN AGE, HOPE IS CLEAR WHO ARE WE TALKING ABOUT. then minho had a mustache drawn on his face? is this even happening? like are you living or this is just a very high quality dream?

changbin seemed normal but he looked like a teenager being forced to be somewhere they didn’t want to be, and hyunjin was lost in his own world like always, yea those two were clean.

jeongin, oh god poor thing, was struggling to keep the furry squad quiet –he had been doing that since they jumped into the car and before you opened the door– otherwise your neighbors could’ve complained.

you decided to let them in before continuing to analyze their states. “where is he.” you sounded like some mafia boss talking to their hitman when you asked jeongin the question “where is lee motherfucking felix”

“I WANNA GO HOME!” oh yea we forgot to go over the way the rest of the literal kids looked like. seungmin was another victim, the mf looked like he always did, he just had one little problem, lets say the brownies made his voice a little… “OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU ATE THOSE LITTLE BROWN SPONGES TOO!?” louder. he was literally yelling with his whole soul, like his life depended on it. what the fuck.

the rest were okay; minho, hyunjin, jeongin and jisu- wait “WHERE IS HAN JISUNG” you asked desperately. minho was looking at his nails like some sassy king who clearly didn’t want to be there when he spoke “yea don’t worry about him, let’s say he ate some of the brownies and was too… sleepy. yea too sleepy to come”

“that’s good. i wouldn’t be able to handle him right now, also, why do you have a mustache- you know what never mind”

you sighed in relief. now let’s go back to the main topic, lee felix.

there he was, smiling like a five year old after getting a kiss on the cheek from their crush, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was all ruffled “you, chick. couch. NOW!” you were scolding him like you were his mom LMFAO. you just had to stare at the rest for them to follow felix on his way to the living room.

we’re now presenting the sane team! (aka the ones who didn’t eat the brownies) starting with… yang jeongin, lee minho, seo changbin and hwang hyunjin!!!

and the rest (the ones currently in other galaxy) are… um chan, the puppy, freckles and jisung who didn’t even come, god, imagine if he was here.

“WHO THE FUCK MADE THE BROWNIES?!” you asked while they were sitting in the living room’s sofa.

“JUST FELIX!”

“THE FRECKLED KID MADE THEM YESTERDAY, HE WAS ALONE IN THE KITCHEN, I SAW HIM!”

“don’t know, don’t wanna know” very minho from him.

“ash, it was clearly felix hyung” jeongin was trying to act mature but you could tell he wanted to laugh at the spectacle.

“WHY ARE YALL BLAMING ME?! THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” felix threw himself on the floor as he fake-cried? actually cried? what was that mf on?

“you’re the only one that bakes.”

“…”

“moving on!” you said before being beautifully interrupted by a loud ass puppy.

“Y/N DO YOU HAVE BOARD GAMES? IF SO, LET ME KNOW WHERE THEY ARE”

“just go to my room, there must be a monopoly or something under my bed, TAKE CHAN WITH YOU!” you were happy they were going to be entertained for now. lord save chan’s ears though.

seungmin had to drag chan to your room, he pulled him by one arm while the elder’s cheek was flat against the floor, you could see the line of drool his mouth left on it as the puppy looking guy dragged him. ew.

“ALRIGHT SO, CAN SOMEBODY EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT WAS IN THOSE BROWNIES THAT GOT THESE HOES,” you pointed at chan, seungmin and yourself –even though you were in your mind now– “ACTING ALL WEIRD?”

crickets. fucking crickets bruh.

“NOBODY IS GONNA SNITCH? that’s lowkey cool, aww y’all not fake, BUT I DONT GIVE A FUCK, TALK”

“WHY ME THOUGH, LIKE OKAY I BAKED THEM BUT WHY AM I THE ONE THAT PUT SOMETHING ON THEM?” felix tried to defend himself.

hyunjin snorted “the last time you made lemon pie, FUCKING PIE BRO, i found tooth paste on my slice” this time the boys bursted out of laughter.

“SHUT UP I WANTED IT TO HAVE A FRESH TOUCH”

“MINT AND LEMON AREN’T THE SAME, MY GUY” changbin intervened and jeongin like the good maknae he is didn’t waste time on bullying his elder “my guy? what are you a frat boy?”

“SHUT UP”

“and let’s not forget about the time when i found one of jeongin’s toe nails in one of your cupcakes”

“HYUNJIN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.”

“sorry.”

“how do you even know it was mine…”

“UM BECAUSE I LOVE YOU?”

“THAT MAKES NO SENSE?”

“oh wow i see, if you loved me enough you could tell which toe nails are mine too! from far away even! we’re done.”

“these hoes are nasty bye” minho covered his face with one of the sofa’s cushions. the room was filled with the discussing voices of the guys and now you could see felix getting overwhelmed, oh lord what it’s coming.

“WEED!”

it’s the way the room went quiet as the word left the bakery boy’s mouth, everything stopped, is not like you’ve never seen or heard about weed cmon, but felix? felix + weed?

“HUH?”

“PFT HELP” jeongin started laughing like crazy, but when he heard how felix was quiet and seemed embarrassed he stopped. “oh shit, YOU NOT LYING?!”

“i’m so sorry i must’ve mistaken the brownies, i made two trays! and i didn’t decore them or anything so they all looked the same and i was in a rush because i wanted to bring something to share earlier…”

“i knew that it wasn’t me! they were good but lowkey had a weird taste, sorry lix”

minho was hitting hyunjin’s arm with his elbow, knowing that he can’t control his laughter in the worst moments. “don’t laugh bro, don’t laugh. if you laugh i’ll laugh” minho whispered to the boy. if hyunjin were drinking water that shit would’ve already be going out his nose. this duo man.

“I DONT WANT YOU GUYS TO THINK THAT I DID IT ON PURPOSE!” he pouted like a little kid stop it, but you remember he was yk… flying in the air “I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I COULD NEVER HURT YOU OR ANYTHING I SWEAR”

“I KNOW I KNOW, IT WAS A MISTAKE I LOVE YOU TOO FELIX.” you sighed and there was silence but “BUT YOU CANT JUST PUT WEED IN A DESSERT BABY”

“WHERE DID YOU GET IT FROM? asking for a friend..” minho is such a mood. changbin in the other hand was covering his mouth, he really thought nobody saw his ass giggling.

“why would you even mix that together, ew” hyunjin said as he continued to draw on a napkin, artsy king 4L.

“OKAY I’LL EXPLAIN, STOP ROASTING ME, DAMN”

“i should’ve brought popcorn for this, shaking my head” changbin said and hyunjin smiled, giving him a high five.

jeongin gasped “DID YOU JUST- did you just say… s-shaking my h-head?! AS IN ‘SMH’ LIKE WHAT YOU TYPE IN TEXT? you’re so 2016, couldn’t be me”

“LET FELIX TALK, DAMN!” thank you minho, we love you.

the boy took in a deep ass breath “okay so, jade asked me if i could help her by making some, ahem special brownies because she was throwing a party and-“

“jade who?”

“oh, a friend!”

“you have friends?” MINHO WHY WOULD YOU.

“i’m so done i’m sick and TIRED and SICK AND DONE BYE IM-”

knock! knock!

“ugh, who is it now, i’ll go get it” hyunjin ran to the door before putting his hair on a ponytail “HELP, HELP ME!”

when you heard the screaming, all of you ran to the entrance to find a short silhouette, it was around 9pm now, it was dark outside, cold and lonely. what could a random person be doing by knocking on your door at that time?

the person was giving you their back, you couldn’t see their face nor their body since they were wrapped around what seemed like a blanket or a big ass sweater.

they let out a growl? bark? was this the beginning of a horror comedy?

“you didn’t tell me…” the person said, the man. still facing the other way. his voice was low and deep, not even felix’s sounded that way bro. at this point you could tell hyunjin had peed his pants and the rest were just as scared.

“didn’t tell you what, sir? what are you?” minho said, his voice sounded firm, he wasn’t risking it so he talked properly and with respect.

“you didn’t tell me, that…”

“WHAT PLEASE SPIT IT OUT. DIDN’T TELL YOU WHAT?” felix yelled at the guy while breathing heavily.

all of sudden the man turned around, dropping the blanket that was covering his body, letting you see the tray his hands were holding. the man had a chocolate-stained manic smile on his face? wait…

you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YALL WERE HAVING A SLEEP OVER! HANNIE IN THE HOUSE BABYYYY” the quokka like guy said while doing a lil dance “BY THE WAY! THIS BROWNIES ARE GOOD AS HELL, LIX”

“SHIT”

#stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios #felix x reader #lee felix #felix skz #stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz #felix imagines

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dj-bynum3718 · 1 year

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Of Fire and Ice - chapter 2

Melissa Schemmenti X reader X Larissa Weemes

Summary: The dinner and questioning

Words: 2367

Notes: so this is going better than I thought I'm kinda living for it! Thank you all for the love and support its really making me want to just get this out as fast as I can!!

Wanings: slight talk of discrimination.

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3:45 the last kiddo from your class finally leaves you take that as a sign to get the heck out of there you don’t want to be cornered before the dinner. You gather your belongings and rush out of the school to your vehicle leaving to go pick up some ingredients for dinner.

You can feel them watching you pull out of the parking lot you see Melissa and Barbara standing on the steps to the school. You don’t acknowledge them.

Dinner tonight was supposed to just be leftovers from this weekend but now you actually have to put in effort since people will be coming over. It was lunch when you decided on penne arrabbiata. Your unintentional need to impress Melissa coming to head. So, you go out and buy some fresh parmesan, the rest you have at home, always going to the famers market on Saturdays. You have since picked up some new wines for your collection, so you won't need to get any more and for dessert well you did make some mini cheesecakes yesterday so those will have to do.

Its 5:00 by the time you get home you immediately set to work on getting yourself ready just because you see these people every day doesn’t mean you don’t want to look nice when they come to your house.

6:30 you have finished touching up your make up and have changed into something comfortable letting your hair out of its messy bun and fixing the loose curls you had this morning. “meh good enough” you say to your reflection.

6:35 you are starting on dinner it only takes about 20 minuets to finish the meal. When the bell rings you flick your wrist and suddenly the dining room table is set. You open the door and see all your friends waiting. “hey, come on in everything is ready” you motion with your hand to let them come in.

“mmmh smells good hun what did you make? I can smell the fresh basil from here.” Melissa looks at you, she looks beautiful, she has changed into comfortable clothes herself and it should be illegal to look that good. You swallow your throat suddenly dry. “oh um penne arrabbiata.” she smirks at you oh god why does she do that. “a woman after my own heart I can’t wait to try it.” she winks at you walking into the house with the others.

You close the door heading to the dining room. “come on in I don’t bite. Well unless you want me too” you joke looking back at them. “Guys I'm kidding” They all sit down at the table and you pull out 3 bottles of nice wine

This peaks Barbaras interest as she hands you, her glass. You pour everyone some wine and serve the food. You hear the collective sigh as everyone takes a bite, Melissas hand lands on your free one as she nods in approval. Your brain short circuits as you take a big gulp of your wine.

“so, how do you want to go about the questions” Jacob askes from his place at the table besides Janine. You let out a sigh and lean back against your chair. “Why don’t y’all take turns, we can start with Melissa and work our way around the table. Sound good?” they all nod as you turn your way to Melissa. “Okay beautiful we will start with you.” you don’t know where the bout of confidence came from, but her smile made it worth it.

“So what kind of outcast are you? We know there are many different kinds so?” wow starting strong “I'm a witch I come from a long line. Don’t worry, the stories make us seem worse than we really are. She nods taking in your answer.

Barbara takes her turn next “So you can do magic like the movies?” “Well yes kinda but it’s a bit more than that its connected to emotions yes but with practice I can use it for most things.

“So, this school you went to it’s like a boarding school?” Gregory asks. “Yes, it’s been around since 1791.” you respond.

“Is it only for outcast or can anyone go?” Janine askes “we have a few normies every so often, but they are rare and far between it is open to anyone but not many people feel comfortable with us.”

Jacob looks at you now “what is the curriculum like?” “well we have the normal stuff but then some more specialized stuff too.” you respond

“Who is this lady?” Ava holds out her phone to show the official nevermore page. Showing you a picture of Larissa. Your breath hitch's she is just a beautiful as you remember her. Those blue eyes piercing your soul all over again. You swallow hard before answering. “That is Larissa Weems the headmistress of Nevermore Acadamy”

Melissa noticed the change in you immediately. “Who was she to you?” “My ex-girlfriend” you let out a sigh and look at her making eye contact calmed you immediately.

Barbara takes her next turn “is that why you were upset this morning? Is she going to be there?” you simply nod your head in response.

Melissa skips the others to ask her next question “when was the last time you saw her? And how long did you date?” You look to her confused as you can hear her voice waver. You grab Ava’s phone “we dated for 4 years, and I haven’t seen her in about 6. It looks like time has been good to her” you turn the phone to her “oh she is beautiful” you can hear the emotion in her voice, but you can't place it. “I was going to propose to her but then things started getting hard and I didn’t fight for her.” you shrug.

Gregory raises his hand. “Yes?” you respond. “Can I go now Melissa Skipped me” you nod to him “cool so like you can do magic can you show us some?”

You grin flicking your wrist and suddenly the table is cleared, and desert is on the table in front of them. You hear a collective gasp and Jacob claps. “Oh, that would come in handy.” Barbara responds.

You nod “I use it more than I care to admit” you respond sheepishly thinking back on all the times you have used it in secret at school. The rest of the night goes on like this them asking you responding.

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“Well, I do believe we all have to teach tomorrow. “ Barbara says standing “I'm going to take my leave thank you for an amazing dinner and enlightening evening.” the others nod and stand walking with her to the door. All leaving except Melissa who stayed on the couch as you walked them out.

“You, okay?” you ask her from the doorway. She looks up at you and nods clearly there is something on her mind. You take her hand in yours and sit across from her. “Mel?”

“What if I go with you?” she asked now you are confused. “What?” you respond not getting what she is referring to.

“What if I went as your date to your reunion? I could be your fake girlfriend and you can show her that you are better now.”

“I-I um Mel I can’t ask that of you it's a lot.” you are looking into her eyes now. “But you aren't askin I'm offering... so what do you say?”

“lets do it” you nod grinning.

10:45 Mel has already gone home, and you are filling out your RSVP and plus one paperwork. So maybe today wasn’t the worst day but now you have a whole other thing to worry about but till then that can be a problem for future you.

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #marissaXreader

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imagines-ahs · 3 days

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Chapter Forty-Eight: Bisque.

Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.

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“Affection memories are the best kind,” Billie’s words came as soft as melted butter. “How old were you?”

I’m not sure I have many of those. “Six.”

“I wish I could have seen young Wilhemina eating cheesecake for the first time.” The corners of Billie Dean’s sparkled lightly. Venable couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as she took another bite.

“Do you have any pictures from when you were young?”

Even though the question seemed a little odd, Billie had learned not to judge. It was safe to say their experiences in life had been very different, even though they shared their fair amount of similarities. She nodded as she took a bite. “I do. Why?”

Wilhemina shrugged. “I’d like to see them… sometime. If that’s alright with you.”

“Of course.” Weird. But it made sense… Billie did want to see younger Venable, too.

Wilhemina nodded slowly as she looked down at her plate. I think I might have a few pictures from school… Granted, she had always hated taking pictures. Brown eyes moved back up to Billie Dean, and a small smile graced Venable’s features as she realized the small amount of cream cheese on Billie’s face. “Your chin,” she said softly.

“Hm?”

“You have cream cheese on your chin.”

“Oh.” Billie let her fork go and reached for a napkin. She chuckled as she wiped her face clean. “Thank you.” Embarrassing.

“Of course.” I can’t believe the nerve of her to look good even with cream cheese on her face.

Carefully taking one last bite, Billie Dean set her plate aside. She licked her lips and made sure no bits were left on her cheeks. Venable still savored the dessert, and so honey eyes watched her. In no time, they were back at the living room with the dishwasher all loaded and running. Purpura sleepily watched them from her spot at the center table.

“That was good,” Billie sat back down at the couch, right beside Wilhemina, whom nodded.

“When did you first find out you had a talent for finding good food?” Venable teased as she leaned back against the couch. Billie Dean let out a small chuckle. Is it safe to feel that comfortable around her? That was a constant doubt in her mind.

“I think it’s a talent only for you.” She reached for one of Venable’s legs, hand resting on her knee and caressing it on top of the pants.

Wilhemina smiled to herself. Floratta Blue permeated her house in comforting tones of coral. “If you say so…”

“Mhm.” Leaning closer, Billie kissed Wilhemina’s cheek before resting back on the couch.

With the corners of her eyes sparkling lightly, Venable turned her head to stare at Billie Dean. The caresses on her leg no longer felt foreign. Such a short time… Things with Emma had taken so long so develop to whatever it had been. How was any of that even happening with Billie? “Will you help me set my iPad?”

“Of course.”

Afternoon dawned and night arrived pretty fast. Shades of orange invaded the living room as Billie Dean was just done helping Wilhemina set everything, and then Venable got up to turn the light on. The iPad now lay charging on the corner table, already with the purple case on and a few apps installed. Honey eyes watched as Wilhemina caressed Purpura on her way back to the couch, and as she was about to comment on her trousers, her phone began to ring from her purse. Brown eyes moved to hers. Billie Dean bit her lower lip and wished the name on the screen didn’t start with the letter ‘E’—thankfully, it didn’t. “It’s Jenny,” she told Venable before walking to the bathroom, receiving a nod back. Closing the door, Billie quickly picked it up. “Hello?”

“Stop ignoring my texts!” From the other side, Jenny yelled teasingly.

“I’m not!” Billie said with a chuckle. “I just haven’t been around my phone today.”

“Oh! Oh—oh! You’re at her house?!”

Laughing, Billie Dean moved to sit down on the closed toilet lid. “Yes, I am.” Her words were quiet, low.

“Did you spend the night? Oh, of course you did!”

Billie couldn’t help but find Jenny’s excitement funny. “I did, but nothing happened.”

“How come?”

“We’re going slow.”

“Did you make out at least?”

“Jenny!”

“Come on!”

Smiling to herself, Billie Dean nodded on the phone. “Yes…”

“So she does have feelings for you, huh?”

“… yes.”

“Where’s my ‘You told me, Jenny. You’re always right, Jenny. I should give you a raise, Jenny.’?”

“Shut up!” Billie chuckled yet again, hearing as the girl did the same on the other side of the phone. After a moment, she bit her lip. Their laughs died down. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome,” Jenny’s voice came softly, now. “On a more serious note, is everything alright? Is she treating you well and not like she’s made out of ice?”

Billie Dean shook her head. “She’s the sweetest, Jenny…”

“If you say so.”

“Truly.”

“I believe you.”

Billie licked her lips as she thought. “Was Emma alright? Yesterday, when you dropped her home?”Silence. Billie Dean felt Jenny shifting on the other side of the line. Oh no.

“She was just drunk. Do you really want to talk about her now?”

“She said something about Terry, didn’t she?”

Jenny took a deep breath. Billie gulped. “She said a lot of things…”

“Jenny…”

“Yes. She did talk about Terry.”

“Fuck,” Billie breathed out. Closing her eyes, she reached to massage her temple. “What did she say?”

“I don’t remember exactly—or rather, I didn’t understand it very well— but it was something that had to do with telling Wilhemina about her.” Billie Dean groaned. “She was drunk and very much mad at you, I doubt she’ll do anything,” Jenny tried to amend. It didn’t help much.

“She thinks she knows what happened, and she’s assuming that’s what I am doing with Wilhemina.”

“Yeah…”

“That’s not it, Jenny. Terry wasn’t even fired because of that!” Her voice raised a little. Billie quickly took notice of it and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.

From the other side, Jenny gulped. “I know, Billie… but you do know that a few people can’t help but make that connection, right?”

Billie Dean took a deep breath. “Yes…” And it fucking sucks. Just another thing people assumed about her life, as if she didn’t have enough of that already.

“Have you told her about it?”

“Wilhemina?”

“Yes.”

“No… not yet.” Honey eyes fell down. Billie sucked on her lower lip. “I think it’s too soon.”

“Billie, it’s either you telling her or her possibly finding it out through Emma… and I really don’t think you’d like the latter.”

“I know,” Billie Dean murmured. “What else did she tell you?”

“She just cried a lot… and called you a bunch of names.”

“Fair,” she murmured again.

“Not really, but we’ll not dwell on that right now.” Billie nodded to herself. “Are you spending the weekend there?”

“Yes.” Taking a deep breath, Billie Dean sat up a little better. “Why?”

“Just asking. The reports about the party should be out on Monday, and we need to approve the pictures for the special.”

“Right. You can ask them to e-mail me the material.” I desperately need a break from working. The end of the year was always hectic for Billie Dean.

“Already did. They’re waiting on an answer until Monday, noon.”

“Perfect. We can do it in the morning, then.”

“Mhm.”

“Do I need to do anything this weekend?” Billie had found Jenny’s question a little odd, so it was always best to ask.

“Not really. I was just curious about you and her,” the girl chuckled.

“Oh.” Chuckling back, Billie got up from the lid. That’s good at least. “I’ll tell you more on Monday.”

“Good. I’ll be waiting excitedly as the reason for all of that to be happening I am.”

“Silly,” Billie Dean teased back. “Alright, I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Alright. Have a good weekend, wink wink.”

“You too, you annoying human.” With both of them laughing, Billie ended the call. She looked up to the mirror and fixed her clothes and hair, eyes glued on herself. She sighed. She’ll think I do that with everybody. Maybe that talk could wait until Monday… or at least until tomorrow. Billie Dean decided she wouldn’t think about it now. At least not for the night. She still had another whole day before the next week, after all.

Quietly stepping out of the bathroom, Billie Dean walked back to the living room; she didn’t find Venable there. “Wilhie?”

“In the bedroom,” Venable called back.

Quietly still, Billie Dean followed that way. As she got to the room, her eyes were graced with the lovely image of Wilhemina, sitting on the bed with Purpura and a tube of lotion by her side. Lavender notes invaded her nostrils. Billie smiled. “Are you moisturizing her?” She remembered Venable had said something about it, once.

Wilhemina nodded. She reached for more of the lotion and gently caressed the cat’s back, which purred lowly. “Winter makes her skin drier.”

“She’s so well behaved.” Carefully, Billie sat down beside Wilhemina. She watched as her hands worked on Purpura, so gentle and caring. And with such long and dainty fingers… not now. Billie Dean licked her lips and looked back up at Venable, watching the way she was so absolutely focused on the cat, with lips curling up and eyes so soft above the sky of freckles there. To be loved by her must be holy. She could only wish to experience that one day. “Can I help?”

Taken positively aback, deep brown eyes met honey ones. “To moisturize her?” Billie nodded. Venable opened a smile. “Of course.” She reached for the lotion and pushed it closer to Billie Dean. “Here. Her chest is missing still.

“Okay.” As gentle as she could, Billie Dean scooped a small amount of lotion on her fingers and began to caress the cat’s chest, right underneath her neck. Purpura purred a little louder, shifting on the mattress to accommodate the hand. Billie smiled, and as she looked up at Wilhemina, their eyes and smile met again. Air seemed scarce all of a sudden. I want to give her the world.

I love her. When had anyone ever treated Purpura like that? When had anyone wanted to be a part of her life like that? How scary? How good? How foreign? “She likes it,” Wilhemina said, voice as soft as melted butter. “She likes you.”

With a tiny chuckle, Billie Dean used all of her strength to take her eyes off of Venable and look back at the cat. “I like her, too.” With her free hand and mindful of her nails, she reached to pet the cat’s head. Purpura leaned against it, eyes closed. Another chuckle left Billie’s lips.

With her teeth trapping her lips in order not to allow them to smile too big, Wilhemina kept on watching them. She pulled her hands away and wiped them on a towel she had taken, cleaning them of the lotion. After a minute or two, she spoke again. “Thank you for being so nice to her…”

“Of course,” Billie Dean’s eyebrows drew closer in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Venable shrugged. My mind clearly works wrong. “It’s just that… a few people can be mean because of—of how she looks.” Just like they are to me. She nervously licked her lips. “You know… the skin.”

Billie’s frown grew for a second until she understood just how deep the topic actually was. Her eyes reflected nothing but kindness now. “There’s nothing wrong with how she looks, Wilhie… and even if there were, quote on quote, something wrong about her, that wouldn’t be an excuse for people to treat her in any way but kind.” Gulping again, Wilhemina nodded. She took a discrete deep breath and clutched the small purple towel on her lap. Billie Dean took notice of it. She’s nervous. With her own heart picking up slightly in speed, Billie looked down at the cat for a second before looking back up at Venable. Her lips curled up on the corners. “Besides, I think she looks really cute.”

This time, it was Wilhemina who looked away from Billie Dean. Her cheeks tinted softly. The underlying tone of their conversation was very much explicit. “R-really?”

“Oh, yeah.” She knows I’m talking about her. There was no need to point that out. Billie had been learning compliments and words of affirmation were better left in the murky, at least for now. “More than cute, I think she’s beautiful.” Clutching the towel in her hands a little harsher, Venable nodded quietly. She slowly looked back up, and when her eyes met honey ones again, she found a look in them that left her warm all over, sweet all over, comforted all over. Billie Dean’s smile grew lovingly, pouring affection all over. Carefully not to disturb Purpura, Billie scooted closer to Wilhemina, hand reaching to cup one of her cheeks—slowly, so she could ask her to stop if she wanted. She didn’t. Billie Dean’s thumb caressed the plump crimson skin with so much tenderness it nearly hurt. Venable sighed lowly. “You’re beautiful, Wilhemina,” she whispered, voice as soft as a cozy blanket and as sweet as honey. She could feel Venable’s breath against her lips, faster than usual and oh so inviting. So she kissed her, slow and gentle and affectionate.

With blood rushing up to her head, Wilhemina felt her hands trembling against the cloth. She did the best she could and let go of it, reaching to caress Billie’s arm as she kissed her back. Their lips danced slowly and passionately, and for a split second Venable felt herself losing touch with the parts that could be so damn horrible to her. Her lips picked up in intensity, and she subconsciously scooted closer to Billie Dean, too. Purpura meowed from between them, therefore causing the kiss the break. Wilhemina took a deep breath as she stared at Billie’s eyes, lips rosy and tingling deliciously. Billie Dean watched her closely, thumb still tracing Venable’s cheek. I’m terrified things will change. Reality set back in. Wilhemina gulped. “I’m n-not used to that…”

“Compliments?” Venable nodded. I know. Billie smiled sadly. “Any chance I can help you get used to them?”

With her cheeks still red and hot, Wilhemina bit her lower lip. Hesitantly, she nodded. “It might take a while…” It might never happen at all.

With the softest smile she could manage, Billie Dean reached to tuck a lock of red hair behind Venable’s ear. “That’s okay,” she whispered. Billie felt as dark brown eyes fell down to her lips, so she leaned closer and kissed Wilhemina again, which got herself a sweet sigh. Billie Dean pulled away just enough to stare at Venable. “I’m not in a rush.” She had said that already, about many things, but she would never grow tired of easing Wilhemina’s mind.

And yet again, there she was… bare, raw in front of Billie. Vulnerable, and yet she didn’t feel so scared. That’s scary. Would that become something usual for her?

Sunday morning arrived as sweetly as the past night had been; Wilhemina found herself falling asleep tangled in Billie Dean’s arms again, this time receiving kisses on the forehead until she, eventually, allowed sleep to win. When the first ray of sunlight slipped through the curtains, their limbs were still tangled and their skin was still warm from their embrace. It was Venable who opened her eyes first, eyebrows close as she frowned from the light. When her vision wasn’t so blurry anymore, Wilhemina focused on whatever was in front of her—it happened to be Billie, still fast asleep and with her lips inches away from her own. She took a deep breath. I kissed her. Venable licked her own chapped lips, body falling slowly into reality as it got aware of its position: legs tangled with Billie Dean’s, an arm that wasn’t its own wrapped around her waist, feet touching, blonde hair tickling her face. How lovely was it, to not wake up alone? To not always be by herself? Wilhemina took another deep breath, brown oceans examining the face in front of hers. Is she even real? Venable still had her doubts. Billie frowned as a strand of her own hair tickled her face, nose scrunching up. Wilhemina smiled to herself and reached to pull the strand of hair away and behind Billie Dean’s ear. As she pulled her hand away, she couldn’t help but brush her knuckles against Billie’s face, caressing her peachy skin. I shouldn’t be so attached already. How could she not? When that woman treated her and made her feel a way she had never experienced before? Venable watched as Billie Dean began to slowly open her eyes. She smiled sleepily to herself.

Letting out a small sigh, Billie hummed as her vision came into consciousness, body snuggling closer to whatever was providing it warmth. Lavender soon clouded her senses, and so Billie Dean finally fixated on the face in front of her. Her lips mirrored Wilhemina’s sleepy smile. Was she watching me? “Hi,” Billie croaked out, as sweet as she could manage in her state.

“Hello.” Venable’s smile grew as her cheeks began to tint for some reason. Down her legs, she felt as Billie Dean’s foot caressed her own. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

Billie shook her head before hiding her face against the pillow to cover a yawn. Her hand reached for Wilhemina’s waist and pulled her closer. “You didn’t.” She looked back at dark brown eyes. “I wouldn’t have minded if you had, though.”

Venable nodded at the words as spidery fingers slowly moved up to cup Billie Dean’s cheek. Wilhemina just stared at her for a minute before taking a deep breath. “I like waking up next to you,” she whispered. I didn’t know not being alone could ever feel this way.

Coral fingernails scratched softly against the cloth of Venable’s purple pajamas, caressing her waist and the small of her back. Billie Dean leaned closer and kissed her gently on the lips. I hope my breath is tolerable. “I like waking up next to you, too,” she whispered back. Wilhemina stared at her like she was made of all the stars in the universe, eyes shining and all. Billie couldn’t help but pull her even closer, and this time Venable’s hand fell down to her waist and pulled her closer, too. Their bodies left no space between each other, breaths mingling. “I sleep pretty well when I’m with you… you’re warm and you don’t snore,” she teased.

Chuckling lowly, Wilhemina bit her lip to stop her smile from growing too much. “Why, thank you. I could say the same, but your feet are freezing,” she teased back, because being playful didn’t come with a sentence of being punished when it came to Billie Dean.

With a laugh, Billie made sure her feet were well tangled with Venable’s. “I don’t know why they’re so cold.”

Wilhemina hummed. She reached for the hand that caressed her waist and tangled her fingers with Billie Dean’s. “So is your hand.” She caressed the cold digits between her own, trying to warm them up. “Are you cold?”

“Not really.” Billie licked her lips, and part of her heart still melted every time she was reminded of how just how caring Venable was with her. “Are you?”

“No,” Wilhemina shook her head. She let go of Billie Dean’s hand and now caressed her arm, even though Billie had said she wasn’t cold. Billie Dean didn’t mind, not at all. She kept a smile printed on her lips. “Are you hungry?” I should have bought some pastries.

“A little.”

“I can cook us an omelette, or maybe I can go out and get a few pastries, if you’d like. There’s this—“

“Wilhie,” Billie Dean cut Venable gently just as she was about to start lifting the covers to get out of bed. Wilhemina looked at her. “Can we cuddle a little?”

With her cheeks turning purple, Venable nodded. She blinked twice before slowly snuggling closer to Billie again. “Sorry,” she whispered.

Billie Dean shook her head. Hadn’t it been Wilhemina, she could have thought that maybe there was something wrong with her, but being Venable, she knew she was simply eager to please. “You don’t have to apologize,” she whispered back. Her hand found its place on Wilhemina’s waist again, caressing it. She’s always so anxious.

With a nod, brown eyes fell down. Venable took a deep breath. I’m so idiotic. The deprecating voice was already up and running. She gulped and looked back at honey oceans, legs tangling back with Billie’s. After a moment, she spoke again. “I like cuddling with you,” she said, because part of her felt like Billie Dean could maybe be thinking otherwise, and she didn’t want to ever cause Billie Dean to think like that.

She’s worried. Opening a smile, Billie reached to pull a strand of read hair away from Venable’s eyes. “I know, darling. I didn’t think otherwise.”

Darling. Wilhemina didn’t know if her stomach would ever stop turning with the pet name. This is the second time she’s called me that. How delicious did it feel? “Good,” she murmured somewhat shyly.

Billie Dean hummed back, hand caressing her waist slowly, feeling as it rose and fell with Venable’s breathing. She stared at those chocolate eyes in front of her, watching the way they moved away and back to her own. She’s shy. Her lips curled up softly. “Did you dream of anything?”

Wilhemina shook her head, eyes struggling to stay at brown ones. “Not that I remember. Did you?”

Billie Dean had actually had a dream; she saw a woman, hair red just like Venable’s, face full of suffering and with lines well marked. She cried, but couldn’t speak. Wilhemina didn’t need to know that. “Not really.” Venable hummed. Billie licked her lips, eyes tracing the soft freckles on Wilhemina’s cheeks. “I love your freckles,” she said after a second.

To be stared at like that had never felt good… not until Billie Dean. Venable’s skin grew red still, but not from being uncomfortable. “I’m not a huge fan of them…”

What’s new? Wilhemina didn’t seem to be a huge fan of anything that made her who she was. Billie didn’t need to point that out, but she did keep that in mind. “You always cover them, don’t you?” Venable nodded. Billie Dean opened a sad smile. “I love them,” she repeated.

Wilhemina gulped. She nodded again, eyes falling down before going back up. She licked her sudden dry lips. “Thank you.”

Billie couldn’t help but smile a little more. It was clear Venable wasn’t used to being complimented, or having any kind of intimacy with people, but there was something so sweet about it… so strangely pure, in a way. Most people wouldn’t see it that way, but Billie Dean had never been most people. So she leaned closer and placed a small kiss on Wilhemina’s nose, and then another one on her left cheek, and another one on her right one, right on top of the freckles. Wilhemina blinked twice, and with a chuckle Billie Dean kissed her full on the lips, reaching to cup her face.

Sunday went by with nothing but sweet kisses being shared and a movie or two being watched. When the night began to fall down again, Billie Dean hesitantly went back home, but with the promise of seeing each other on Monday morning. Billie knew she should have talked about Terry; knew she should have brought it up before anyone else had the chance, but how could she when Venable looked at her so lovingly and gave her more trust than she had ever given anyone in a long time? Billie Dean simply didn’t have the guts to do it. And she prayed no one would before she could master the courage to do so.

At night, Wilhemina caught herself missing the warmth of another body next to her. Floratta Blue lingered in the air only slightly, and Venable wished she could smell more of it. Fear clouded her senses before sleep could, trying to trick her, trying to scare her. Wilhemina closed her eyes and thought about Billie; about the kiss they shared just before she entered her car and drove home that evening. Nothing would change in the morning. Nothing would change in the week. Right?

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Against the world around us

The rewrite

Chapter 1

They say being happy over someone’s death says a lot about how you were treated by that person or it gives away what type of person you are. As Omorose sat at the head of her family’s table watching as the servant of her family’s estate sat around in the grand custom made chairs that lined the polished white marble table positioned in the middle of the spacious dining room. All talking with light expressions, no care in the world, no stress, no judgmental overbearing eyes peering harshly down at them with harsh comments and demands following close behind. Omorose thought herself to be cruel sitting there at the head of the table-her father’s seat without any one of sadness, remorse, or any feeling of lost. It’s been a week since the imperial navy knocked on the Fentress estate to give their condolences over lost parents that never loved her. The news of her parents being lost at sea never to be found shook her to her core but that feeling soon left like a sudden chill going down your spine and was replaced with the overwhelming weight of her parents standards and expectations lifting off her shoulders. The now official Baroness felt lighter. So much so that everyone has been commenting on how brighter she looked.

So as she Sat at the head of the table eating her second plate of what the chef prepared- a simple act that would’ve had her mother scowl and unapologetically torment for- the Baroness found herself in pure joy and contentment because instead of sharing the massive table with two cold hearted people she shared it with people who made her feel warm and safe to be who she really is.

“I don’t know how you’re going to survive the memorial tomorrow, Rosie.” Omorose’s old nanny commented after the head butler joked about how many suitors visited in such a short time span to give the same regurgitated ‘sorry for your lost’ speech hoping to be invited in to stay and comfort the ‘grieving’ gorgeous noble woman. No doubt those suitors would show their faces hoping to win over the Baroness.

“Suffer and wish for the day to end,” Omorose joked digging her fork and knife into the spot buttery scallop potatoes that side dishes alongside garlic roasted Brussel sprouts to the main dish: blacked salmon.

“There was a time when flirting with someone while they were in mourning was heavily frowned upon.”

“Back when morals were in standard practice” comes the house keeper to the stable hand.

“The younger generation!” Scoffed the head butler Malcolm who rolled his eyes as he brought his glass of wine to his lips.

“Don’t know what from what but always thinking they’re running the show”

“Don’t know what from what not always thinking they’re running the show”

The table chuckled at the duo as the Baroness smirked amused after she mocked the man who was somewhat a father figure when she needed it most.

“I don’t think we’re all that helpless,” added Omorose pushing her not finished plate away so she could rest her chin on her palm.

“Thanks to Nina,” Malcom pointed to the elderly lady who took care of Omorose soon after Amara gave birth “You were raised with morals and sense! Can’t say the same for the rest of your generation,”

“Hey! Exclaimed the Rhodes triplets. Mouths full of food causing the table to groan in disgust.

“Proving my point exactly - and under 5 seconds too."

“The older generation I tell ya!”

“Always so damn judgmental…” The second born continued.

“And their heads are always up their—”

“No respect, no dessert!” Nina scowled pointing her fork at the three boys who are thick as thieves among themselves. Her simple threat settled the trio quickly.

“Let me guess Ceci made their famously delectable cheesecake?

“The only way I knew how to calm everyone before tomorrow’s…festivities,”

Nina quickly follows the Baroness into her room asking “How are you really feeling, little rose?”

Omorose rolled her honey brown eyes at her fussing nanny

“My parents are gone and I’m officially the youngest Baroness in the imperial court. Expected to continue the support given by my parents to a war I never supported. On top of that I’m prey—more so now than ever to a bunch of ‘hungry’ men and women who only want to climb the empire’s social ladder while gaining a pretty little trophy wife they can have on their arm,” she listed of everything that plagued her while she kicked off her shoes and threw herself on the soft cushions of the sofa in her junior master bedroom.

“And because I’m an imperial woman I have to marry one of those oafs who doesn’t care about my brilliant mind and everything I stand for,” the gleaming light in her honey eyes faded as she meant on.

“No! They concern themselves with how to persuade me into their beds because they only care about how attractive I am in their eyes—it’s humiliating! Like I’m nothing more than my body,”

Sensing the sudden mood change Nina made her way over to the sofa moving Omorose so her head could lay in her lap. “You’re more than just beauty …You know that right?” Nina questioned tangling her thick callous fingers into Omorose’s thick soft curls.

“Well of course! But I don’t want to be with someone who is only satisfied because of my beauty but I must. It’s what we nobles do! Get married to people who doesn’t give a damn about us, become an alcoholic, have a child and then years down the line get lost at sea…”

“You’re not going to end up like your parents,” Nina assured

“Being in a loveless substance abusing marriage is the imperial way.”

Dinner plates classed as they were removed from the table. In the low light Rhett grabbed a hold of Aurelia’s hand stroking the back of it gently with his thumb. Seeing the soft gesture the ‘play boy’ of Intacia ‘awed’ before downing the rest of his drink. Rhett looked away from his wife towards his best friend,a soft smile on his face “what?”

Castin shrugged his shoulders pouring himself another drink “Nothin’… just wish I had what you two have …seems warm and I don’t know …fulfilling,”

“You?” Rhett began with a chuckle “You want to settle down? With a wife? Committing to only one person for the rest of your life? You?”

“Don’t think I can?”

“Honestly brother, you’ve built quite the reputation. I don’t think any Intacian woman would entertain you with the thought of marriage,”

Castin rolled his eyes at the mention of his infamous reputation “so I’ve had a load of experience and practice! At least she won’t ever be left unsatisfied ,”

“I think the fact that you’re the commander of the first army at your age trumps your…reputation. If anything you can marry one of those…what are they called?” Aurelia tapped her chin pretending to think. “Trash chasers!” She calls out with an amused smirk.

“Tag chasers? Nah they aren’t the marrying type,”

“And you are?” Aurelia retorted scoffing.

“Yes and I probably would’ve been if I wasn’t dealing with your fellow imperials—”

“We aren’t all bad—”

Yeah right! They only got lucky with you,”

“Castin!” Rhett cuts in with a warning tone.

“No Rhett,” Aurelia said quickly

“He has every right to feel that way. This war has made a huge impact on your’s and his life.”

“Glad one imperial can admit that—”

“I have a friend!" Aurelia cuts Castin off “she’s now officially an imperial Baroness who has spent countless hours and money in dedication of being a humanitarian for both her people and yours despite her parents—her late parents supporting the empire’s war with Intacia and despite all the negativity she faces from other imperials—”

“So she’s a decent human,” Castin shrugged not impressed.

“She’s given money and aid to Intacian villages—”

“The least she could do!”

Rhett grumbled under his breath knowing he couldn’t argue with Castin because he knew it was true. After the horrific things the Empire has done to Intacia money and aid was just touching the surface of what anyone of the empire could do.

-later that night-

“I’m sorry for Castin’s behavior tonight, my love,” Rhett apologized taking off his shirt.

“With this was I believe joking is a way he copes with the stress,”

Aurelia nodded silently accepting her husband’s apology.

“I want to invite Omorose here,” Aurelia stated talking a seat at her vanity.

“Imperials tend to be inactive during events like deaths. I just know she needs a breather,”

Rhett thought it over for a minute whether it was a god idea or not for a noble of her status to visit.

“Is it wise to have her here?”

“It can be for diplomatic purposes …please? We haven’t seen another in such a long time,”

The king couldn’t simply say no to such a simple request his wife made to see an old friend

“Wait until after this upcoming battle is over. I have a feeling this war is going to end soon.”

-The memorial-

The beach was decorated lavishly for the service of Baron and lady Fentress. The late couple’s daughter dressed pristinely as she was expected to do. A blank expression on her face as she sat front row zoning out at the speeches ‘closes’ friends of her family gave. Nina sat left off her as Lord Reyes sat right, the rest of her friends along with the families that knew her since forever sat in the other rows behind her. Omorose could only hope that once the funeral was over she could escape from the fake condolences and prying questions, back to her safe haven. Their gaze felt like spiders crawling all over her and she was forced to sit as they explored.

“Only an hour left bookworm,” Reyes mumbled slipping his hand into hers. Squeezing his hand trying to will herself to ignore the feeling of their eyes.

“Through Baron Kendrick and lady Amara are tragically gone they won’t be forgotten. Baroness despite being so young I know just like everyone who personally knew your parents know that they raised you to take over your family’s legacy,”

“Please! That girl is the down fall of the Fentress legacy. So covered with the welfare of those uncivilized pigs,” an elderly nobleman grumbles to one of his shared friends of the late Baron Kendrick.

“We need to gain control of it before she does something stupid,”

“I don’t see how! You mention the word marriage and she instantly ignores you,” The other old man rolled his eyes before saying “Shame she wants to be an old maid,”

“Ew!”

“I know!”

“Imagine! Anree scoffs loudly gaining the attention of the two and those close by " two men gossiping as if they are two bitter housewives jealous over the Baroness! Its like you've switched places with your scorned wives who know they lack your attention because it's on the Baroness. Wait—”

“Anree here isn’t the place—”

“That’s why you’re really upset! The Baroness won’t entertain the thought of ever being with you geezers …”

“You’re disgusting!”

“And you lack respect and decency,”

As the sunset flowers were passed around to toss into the ocean to say their final good byes.

Omorose stood right where the tide waves kicked her feet waiting a moment to toss the bouquet in so it appeared to the others that she was grieving how she was expected to. She let out a sigh as she threw the solid white flowers into the salty waters before retreating. She didn’t care to stay and watch the others toss their flowers in, she wanted to get back on her estate to have a moment to herself before she had to host the dinner for all who attended her parents watery funeral.

“You know you could just stay in your room. I’ll just tell everyone your not feeling well enough to host,” lord Reyes offers after catching up with Omorose.

“You know they don’t care about any of that, Rey. There’s no point in even trying to attempt that,” Omorose huffs climbing into her carriage, Reyes following close behind.

“It’s sick…them using your parents death to get a leg up.” Reyes sighs settling into the luxury seat he took. “Our society…”

“Makes you want to run away doesn’t it?”

“Actually I’m planning on going to Steelgate. Explore the city, maybe apply to their university …learn something you don’t already know!” Reyes teased.

Omorose cracked a smile “Impossible!”

“I know but it won’t hurt to try,” He jokes

-The Fentress estate-

A deep heavy sigh passed through Omorose who stood in front of her locked bedroom door snitching out the dress she changed into after arriving home. She knew 30 minutes was all she had upon arriving and those 30 minutes slipped by quicker than a rat in an ally.

She has to be back in front of everyone like she was expected too and she dreaded it.

The war and the death of her parents were the topics on everyone’s lips and she was tired of both. Like the smaller they were they found away too make both topics the reason what she should marry them.

“You’re young! 24 years right? With this war going on you need to be protected especially now that your parents are gone,” another one of her fathers close knit friends stated. “Rotten people have no problem manipulating someone as young and beautiful as you! You’re like a little kitten abandon in this world. I’m offering shelter,”

“So my family’s wealth, my title, my youth and beauty for your ‘protection’ and to be your trophy wife you get to dote on-sorry brag about to your friend who have already offered me the same?” Omorose questions raising a brow.

” Did you all have a meeting where you copied each other’s speeches?” The Baroness questioned unamused. The older man’s expression dropped from the faux sympathy and hope to the stoic demeanor Omorose one ask her fathers friends to have.

“Truth is no one believes you can run what your family built. They start quiet waiting for you to realize that beauty doesn’t room companies and estates.” He takes Omorose’s hand which she snatched away without a second thought.

“I’m the best option here! I’m richer than the others and still can produce heirs–”

“I want to be with someone around my age not my fathers,”

“Foolish! No man around your age has a quarter of what I have,”

Ignoring him Omorose’s turned on her heels moving towards the crowd and away from the secluded space one of the snakes caught her in.

“Are you okay?” Lana asked witnessing the whole thing.

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m use to this by now,” The Baroness assured paying her friend on the shoulder as she passed by.

It wasn’t long until dinner was announced ready and the chairs in the dining room was filled with mostly unwanted guests. As they all settled and the elaborate dinner was being served an elderly woman, the mother of a middle aged screw up began complementing the Fentress estate “seems awfully lonely being alone all by your lonesome,”

“I’m not alone. I have Nina, Malcolm, the triplets –”

“How sweet! She thinks the help is viable company!” The woman snickers, her eyes sweeping the room to see if anyone else found it funny.

“You need your own family. The Help won’t do!”

“They are my family! Have been since forever,”

“They are servants! Most from Intacia! You need to make a proper family! Pure blooded imperial family.”

Rolling her eyes Omorose picked up her glass of wine before calmly demanding

“For once can you all stop trying to pawn yourselves or your degenerate adult children on me? My parents were just ‘laid’ to rest! Have some respect,”

The night continued with whispers of disapproval and praises of her parents. Soon as the last unwanted guest left Anree cheered loudly as everyone else let out signed off relief. With a tired smile Omorose stares “now that they are gone, let us eat cake.”

So as the small group lounged in the family room slumped in chairs and laid out on couches and plush rugs eating the morning fresh cake, Intacian and imperial entered the last battle between each other. Castin standing in the front line staring menacingly at Andrei an imperial noble commander who looked on in disgust. By morning one country world be the Victor of the war. By morning everything would change.

Months later

Omorose’s stepped out of her carriage nervously running her hands over the course of her warm brown dress. Her eyes studying the palace of Intacia noting the stark difference between that one of the empire’s -what was once the empire’s. The two countries were polar opposites in many ways but, knowing the empire was the reason why Intacia looked other worldly made her sick. The trip over was nothing but slums and torched lands, discarded belongings and displaced families picking through it to see what they could salvage. For her to see up close what her people did only inspired her to quickly figure out what she could do to aid those way less fortunate than her.

“Rosie!” Called Aurelia from the top steps.

“Aurelia! It’s been years! Hectic and crazy years since I last saw you!”

“I know! Let’s never allow another war to separate us ever,”

“Let there’s never be another war,”

Rhett smiled at Castin who was grinning still high on the victory was winning the war.

“Coming to join another party, Rhett?” Castin asked bumping into a lower ranks drunkenly.

“You could say,” The king leaned aunt the wall watching as his soldiers drunk copious amounts of liquor and danced horribly “Aurelia’s friend is visiting- the Baroness and while Aurelia is getting her settled in the palace I wanted to visit you…see how you were doing after a few months,”

“On top of the world,brother!” The commander shouted leading his fellow soldiers to howl in agreement.

“Good …” Rhett trails faking a smile.

Snagging a cup of the strong brown liquid from a passing soldier and offering it to his friend, Castin let out a sigh knowing something was wrong “what is it Rhett?”

“Resistance…”

“Already?”

Nodding Rhett downed the drink before getting everything on his mind off his chest

“I have to figure out how to get the coastal empire and Intacia to become peaceful with each other—"

“Never going to happen!” Castin cuts in shaking his head at Rhett childish dream. “To much bad blood,”

“We have to try! If not there will be another war,”

Scoffing Castin rolled his eyes before spitting out his outlandish suggestion “how about we arrest all the empire military, their nobles and the rich and allow the poor to remain free and equal to us?”

“No Castin that wouldn’t be wise,”

“Worth a shot,” Castin huffs leaning into a chair that was open.

“So Aurelia’s friend …what’s she like?” He asked curious about the imperial Rhett welcomed into their country after years of war with her’s . Castin thought it was stupid! The idea of having an imperial stay in the palace as if the war never happened.

She’s kind, respectful , introverted—she reminds me of you,”

“What?!” Castin wrinkled his brows offended.

“Younger you! Before you joined the military. When you were just a boy in our village —”

“So boring?” Castin mutters under his breath

“Hmm?”

Oh I said I should come to the palace to meet the Queen’s friend. Who knows maybe I can charm her before I leave to fight the resistance. Never been with an imperial especially not a noble one,”

“From what my love has told me about the Baroness the only way you can bed her is in your dreams,brother”

“Oh please! I’ll have her feeling like she’s dreaming!” Castin snickers saving up the nearest man while a few female soldiers that heard rolled their eyes in annoyance.

Rhett cracked a plastic smile a laugh slipping past his slight chapped lips at his friend’s antics.

“You can’t take take every woman to bed, Castin.”

A ‘pshh’ pushed through Castin’s mouth “women can’t keep their pretty little hands off me,”

“More like you can’t keep your hands off them,” Rhett points out voicing the gossip he’s heard about his close friend.

“They’re irresistible… I’m irresistible . It’s a dilemma,” Castin chuckled

Rhett roll yes his eyes “I’m just saying Castin coming home to someone who actually cares and loves you beats spending countless nights at a brothel,”

Waving him off Castin turns in his seat waving down someone to bring him another drink.

“You deserve love Castin… before it’s too late —”

“I deserve to celebrate winning a war I put my life on the line for, Rhett! Loosen up!”

“This isn’t my type of scene anytime ,Castin. I’ve grown.”

“To a prude!”

“To a king!”

“Don’t try to get all up with me. We grew up in the same village, Rhett!”

“And it’s sad that you no longer want to grow! We can’t start rebuilding with our head commander being a drunk hound dog when he’s not in battle!”

“Let’s not do this here,” Castin hissed not liking the attention they were gaining.

“You’re right! We’ll have words when you’re sober.”

The room watched as the king marched out of the room bet everyone turned to their commander.

“We beat imperial asses! Drink to that!”

Authors note: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of the rewrite and excited for how the fanfic is going to be told! Please leave feedback in the comments and or repost! I love reading your thoughts!

#black!reader #asmr boyfriend #desmond asmr #fanfic #castinxbaroness #black oc #black!fem!reader #against the world around us #asmr roleplay

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wooahaes · 1 year

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strawberry cheesecake

pairing: non-idol?han x gn!reader [reader has a uterus/is menstruating]

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: menstruation tw. food tw. this was meant to be non-idol but honestly read it however you like, idc. reader gets kind of emotional bc have you ever had really good food when ur having a bad day? its healing. also this isnt proofread.

daisy’s notes: oh to have a cute boy and enjoy cheesecake w him and then take a lil nap while being comforted... han would understand me on the cheesecake part. he would. also this has been sitting in my drafts for three months. be free.

“Oh, hey! Sorry to bother you, but, uh... Why did Jisung tear ass out of here like... maybe ten minutes ago?”

You’d been half-asleep when Chris called you for the third time in five minutes. Work was tiring, you were exhausted and ache-y, and you had opted to collapse into bed for a quick nap before you made dinner and relaxed for a few hours. Of course, fifteen minutes after you laid down and barely five minutes after you fell asleep, your phone had started ringing. And of course, it was the Christopher Bang himself, calling about your boyfriend like you kept tabs on his every move.

“No clue. Bye, Chris--”

“I’m asking because he mentioned your name,” he said before you could hang up. “Did something happen? Like. He heard someone mention what time it is, said ‘oh, shit’ and then booked it out and said he’d be back in maybe an hour. I mean, we’re not busy or anything, but if you needed something--”

“What?” You squeezed your eyes shut. Fuck, you were still feeling a headache coming on. “Chris, I don’t know why he would--”

Immediately, you heard the sound of your front door being bust open and the sound of footsteps. Your bedroom door opened after a moment, and there stood Jisung with a plastic bag in one hand.

“Is that him?”

“That’s him,” you said. “I’ll, uh, I’ll text you later.”

Jisung quickly made his way over to you, setting the bag aside carefully as he sat down in front of you. “I didn’t forget!”

You stared at him. “Uh. Hi, baby--Everything okay?”

“This morning,” he opened the plastic bag, “you said you wanted cheesecake after you got off work. I was going to bring it by sooner, I just--I got caught up with the guys, and then--”

He pulled out two containers of cheesecake from one of your favorite cafes to frequent with him. The strawberries and whipped cream were packaged separate, and there was something cute about the way Jisung was careful to make sure they were still sealed as he set them on top of your slice--setting his own strawberries with yours.

“And then I had to order and wait and--and it didn’t take long, but I was supposed to come straight here, and...” He trailed off, looking up at you. “Do you feel okay? Did you eat? And take medicine?” He frowned. “Baby.” He set the containers aside as he began to look you over. “Is your head hurting? I know you sometimes get migraines--do I need to grab medicine?” he said, his voice a little softer now. “I promise I didn’t forget until now--”

You gently clasped a hand over his mouth, “Honey. It’s okay.” You said, “I forgot I even said that.” You couldn’t help but smile, pulling your hand away so that you could plant a tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth. “But it’s really sweet you brought me cheesecake.”

Jisung was blushing when you planted another tiny kiss against his lips, just soft and chaste as could be. “Do you want it now? I can put it in the fridge if you aren’t hungry.”

“What about you?” You said. “I thought you were hanging out with the guys.”

He reached for his phone, pulling it out--angling the screen just right so that you could catch a glimpse of missed calls and texts from his friends (which must have come before Chris decided to outright just call you instead). “I think I scared them.”

“Chris said all you said was my name and ‘oh, shit’ before you booked it out,” you said, “so they probably thought I was dying.”

He frowned at his phone for a moment before looking back up at you. “I can stay long enough to eat cheesecake with you,” he said. “I’ll text the group chat.”

Jisung had looked away from you, watching you break into your cheesecake. When you tried to return his small container of strawberry sauce to him, he pushed it back to you--insisting that you could have it today. He finally looked back to you a few moments later after sending a quick text, only to notice the way you were sitting there, fork still in your mouth and tearing up.

“Is it bad? I can go somewhere--”

You shook your head, fighting back tears. Jisung had ran to get you this cheesecake and was apologetic because he knew how bad your periods could get. Maybe it was the hormones, but something about the combination of a caring boyfriend going out of his way to make you happy and the sweetness of a slice of cheesecake was enough to make you want to cry.

“Do you need medicine?” He asked a moment later, watching you. His hair fell into his eyes, and you watched the way he brushed it back. “Just tell me what you need, okay? Is today bad?”

Another shake of your head as you took another bite of cheesecake, rattling off something about how you just really loved him. He had smiled at you a moment later as your words fully sank in, and he shifted so that he could be sitting closer to you.

“I really love you, too,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Despite what he said earlier about staying long enough to eat with you, you managed to get Jisung to cuddle with you for what was meant to be a few minutes. He pulled you into his arms, already starting to curl up closer and closer to you.

“You said you’d go back,” you reminded him, yet still snuggling in. He was holding your heating pad in place, and the last thing you truly wanted was for him to leave you when your cramps had yet to die down. “Jisungie,” you whined, just to tease him. “Neglecting your friends for me...”

He planted a tiny peck into your neck. “I’ll go in a few minutes.”

(And yet he stayed right there with you, dozing off faster than you did... even with the numerous texts from most of his friends later on asking where he went. Chris merely texted you to make sure both of you rested well.)

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enjoy-the-butterf1ies · 8 months

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Everywhere, Everything-

CL16 (Chapter 4/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc × female!reader

Series Summary: In which a rising singer gets her biggest break yet; opening at the Austin Grand Prix. All record companies would have their eyes on her- along with a certain monegasque driver.

Trope: Slow burn with a mix of other tropes in there (He fell first, one bed, roommates, all the good ones!)

Chapter Summary: Plane rides and conversations spark new and confused feelings inside you.

Warnings: Cussing, reader is clueless, extremely quick and rushed chapter 🫣

“Oh my god, Charles,” You said, stuffing your mouth with a rich chocolate cheesecake. “This is delicious. I take back everything I said about private jets. Screw the environment. I literally want to marry this dessert.” Charles couldn’t help but laugh at you. You were only halfway joking anyways.

You two had boarded a private plane to go to Mexico earlier that morning. After a lot of struggling, he finally pulled you out of the hotel bed to make it to the plane on time. You were a force to be reckoned with when your sleep schedule was fucked. He quite literally had to drag you at one point, but that’s long forgotten. All you could focus on now was the plane food.

“Is this what being rich is like? Sign me up.” You licked your lips and rubbed your stomach happily. You leaned back in the cozy chair and curled your feet up close. Okay. As nice as it was to be in this position, you were petrified. You could put on a brave face in front of Charles but in truth, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Private gets, trip to Mexico, fancy food, expensive hotels… Not to mention you still had to perform at the rest of the Grand Prix this season.

You silently kicked yourself for agreeing to it.

Nonetheless you still smiled and thanked Charles once again for everything. After all, he’s the reason your dreams may come true.

But to him, it seemed like no big deal.

You watched him shake his head and shrug. “No, no. No more thanking me.” He chuckled. You scoffed. And he dramatically put a hand over his heart and gasped. “Sassy today, are we?”

“I have to thank you,” You protested. “How can I not? I promise I’m gonna pay you back someday, for everything. This is so much bigger than you realize.”

Charles grinned, dimples prominent on his cheeks. “Non, non,” He ticked his finger back and forth. “It’s just a favor for a friend.” Friend. The word echoed in your brain more times than you’d like to admit.

“Whatever you say frenchie,”

“You do realize that term is incredibly offensive? I’m not french.” He huffed like a child. “I’m monegasque.”

You laughed and tossed a straw wrapper you had balled up previously at him. He chuckled and fought back, tossing plastic cup which you easily dodged. The more time you spent with Charles, the more comfortable you two had grown, which is saying a lot because it had only been a few days. The universe is funny in that way, you think. It puts two people together and sometimes they just click. It seemed to be the same with you and Charles.

Soon after the first (and probably last) straw paper war, a flight attendant came to take your plate. She smiled kindly at you, her gaze drifting to Charles as she lifted the silverware. “Is there anything else I can get for you guys?” She asked, her tone sweet. You weren’t keen on the way her eyes wandered over Charles more than once. Especially when her hands wandered dangerously close to his as she grabbed his wine glass. Taking a deep breath to think clearly, you realized you were just protective of your friend. Nothing wrong with that.

“No, thank you, I am good,” He responded, and she nodded her head and flashed an award winning smile. He looked over at you. “Do you want anything else Y/N?”

You froze for a second when he caught your gaze, but quickly regained composure. “No, thank you,” You smiled at the flight attendant, breaking away from Charles’ intense stare. She nodded, glancing at Charles one last time, but his focus was hardened on you. The attendant walked away, her heels clacking against the ground. It thankfully filled the awkward silence you felt. “So, looks like someone’s got a secret admirer?” You wiggled your eyebrows at Charles.

He blinked, confused. “Who?”

Your eyebrows raised in shock. He must be oblivious. “The flight attendant,” You gave him a crooked smile, shock and confusion filled his features. “She was checking you out completely. And she’s cute, maybe you should get her name?”

He smiled but it was clearly forced. “I didn’t even notice.” He said honestly.

You two sat in silence for a minute or so, Charles scrolling through his phone. He seemed completely unbothered by the flight attendant’s advances. Then again, he probably got a lot of attention from women. He’s probably immune to it by now. If that’s even possible.

You looked out the window. The plane soared through the clouds, creating a scene out of a painting. The sun peaked through just enough to create an orange glow among the sky. You took a deep breath, imagining the upcoming days. It didn’t feel real. You were set to play Saturday after qualifying. Mexico was a beautiful track, not quite your favorite, but you knew the energy would be incredible. That is, if you could make it to Saturday. You were sure you were going to pass of a heart attack soon enough.

“Are you going to watch the race?” Charles voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“What?”

“This race weekend,” He suddenly got shy. “I know you’re going to be focused on your music and everything, but are you going to watch the race this weekend?”

You smiled widely. What an odd question. “Of course I am Charles, everything from free practice to race day I’m gonna be there.” You assured him. His smile grew. “It’s my first real Grand Prix weekend. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

His shoulders slumped slightly and you wondered what you could’ve said to change his demeanor. His smile remained unwavering though, and he stretched. You had to stop yourself from looking at his biceps as he laid his hands behind his head. “You’ll be watching from the Ferrari paddock, yes?”

“I was actually thinking of the Redbull paddock,” You joked. Charles though, didn’t seem to understand, and you could see his eyebrows furrow. His eyes widened in fear and you nearly fell back in your chair from laughing. “Oh my god Charles no, I was joking. Of course I’ll be cheering for Ferrari. I’ll be cheering for you.” That last sentence slipped out faster than you could stop it.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his cheeks reddened at that, and you slapped yourself inside your mind. How could you possibly say that? You definitely made him uncomfortable. You cleared your throat, sweating. “Are you nervous for the race?” You asked, hoping he would forget all about this conversation by this time tomorrow.

Charles bit his lip in thought. Your eyes focused on his mouth, the way his teeth rolled over his bottom lip almost made you crazy. You forced yourself to look away, ashamed. This had been about the 5th time today you had to break your gaze away from him and you had no idea why. “Truly I’m worried about the team’s strategies, this season the pit stops have been awful and team communication has completely gone out the window.” He had to chuckle at the absurdity. You assumed if he didn’t laugh he would cry. “Nevertheless I have high hopes, as long as I go into it determined then I’m bound to come out feeling good yeah?”

You smiled at him, seeing the way his body physically relaxed at the sight. “I’m sure you’ll do great Charles, you’re really talented despite the cards you’ve been given,” You said. He nodded. “Whatever you do though, never let racing change you.”

He raised an eyebrow, lost. “Racing is who I am. It’ll never change me.” Is all he said to that. You pursed your lips together and sucked in a light breath. You wondered if you were overstepping by saying any of this. “Besides,” He grinned widely at you. “I’ll have a lucky charm there this time, and an awesome hype up playlist.”

Your heart swelled. The corners of your mouth twitched upward. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, absolutely,”

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

“Dude how do you afford the nicest hotels in the history of the world?” You asked Charles, gaping eyes around the hotel lobby. You probably stuck out like a sore thumb, the way your mouth was wide at the sight of the shining chandelier or the way you stuttered when the doorman welcomed you.

The plane ride had been long but you enjoyed every second, you couldn’t deny that. Charles company was incredible. Not only were the conversations special, but you kicked his butt in Mario-Kart and forced him to watch a horror movie. He screamed like a little girl and made you swear to never tell anyone. You agreed, but you were never let him forget about it.

Charles chuckled at you. “Close your mouth, a fly is gonna land in there,” He teased and you flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get to our hotel room Frenchie. My arms are tired from holding this suitcase.”

“I’m not french!”

A kind young lady eventually showed the two of you to the hotel room. You guys had agreed to share another room for easy accommodation, plus you were very unsure of staying in a hotel room by yourself in a country you had never visited. Charles was more than okay with that, eager even. He was a very kind friend, always looking out for you.

“Enjoy your love weekend!” The sweet lady said to the two of you, handing Charles the room key. “A beautiful couple, you are.”

“WHAT?” The two of you cried in unison, laughing awkwardly at her words. You wondered what could’ve possibly made her assume the two of you were a couple. On a romantic weekend, at that. Charles shook his head and placed a hand over his heart. “Thank you but we are just friends,” He chuckled, eyebrows furrowed together in embarrassment. He refused to meet your eye, instead fidgeting uncomfortably.

Friend. There was that word again, bouncing back and forth in your mind like an annoying ear worm.

The lady’s mouth opened in a small ‘o’ shape, clearly confused. Flustered, she apologized and the three of you laughed it off. Charles made sure to deeply thank her, tipping her a decent amount for showing the way to the room. Once again, you were amazed by his kindness.

Charles slid the key card into the door, and opened the hotel room. “Oh, shit,” He muttered, pausing at the door. You ran directly into his back.

“Charles, what the hell-“ You grumbled, about to give him a piece of your mind.

“I guess I know why she assumed we were a couple now,” He said, carefully stepping out of the way to let you into the room.

Your eyes widened at the sight.

There was only one bed.

#charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x reader series #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #f1 imagine #everywhere everything

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writing-good-vibes · 3 months

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Bestie! Can I please have number 4 from the steamy prompts for your valentine's day drabbles? I'm thinking an expansion on or a similar scenario to the thing with the waitress in Dirty Domestic Bliss. Definitely a post-Michael!Corey but you can decide if you want it to be cunningmyers!Corey or a distinct iteration. Thank you, happy Valentine's Day! <3

bestie, thank you for the req !! ahh the way i'm kinda kicking my legs, twirling my hair that you brought up dirty domestic bliss 😈 it's not necessary to read that story first, but this is the (un)official sequel. i hope you enjoy because this spiralled !! 💗

WARNING for corey x f!reader, smut, flirting, a tiny little bit of angst because i couldn't resist, and the fact this is technically set in the cunningmyers au (but michael only makes an appearance emotionally lol). 2.5K word count.

🍓very cute divider by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more 🍓

taglist: @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (just let me know if you want to be added or removed !!)

You finish wiping down the counter after a very, very busy night. Valentine's day always brings in more customers, even to the roadside diner you have no hope of leaving anytime soon.

You're on shift for the next four hours alone, but you're thankful that it should be a quieter from now on, with most couples heading back home to relieve their babysitters or to make the most of the rest of their night in the comfort of their own beds. All that remain are stragglers and harmless ne'er-do-wells who have nowhere better to be at this hour.

Around 1 am, you hear the bell over the door jingle and you look up from the counter to see a young man walking in.

If anyone saw the intensity of your doubletake, you would have been mortified.

He sits at a booth towards the back of the diner, but in clear view of the door. He's polite when you go over to take his extensive order -- a coffee with creamer and sugar, a club sandwich, side of fries, a plate of bacon and eggs, with hash browns if you have any -- and thanks you earnestly when you bring out his food.

He keeps to himself, and you'd almost be able to forget he was there while you served the couple of other patrons, if it weren't for how striking he was. Dark hair, tousled but naturally curly, and even darker eyes. Eyes that look almost black even under the harsh halogen lights. He holds his cutlery tightly with broad, bruised hands.

He ate like he was starving; you'd seen plenty of men with eyes bigger than their stomachs, but he seemingly wasn't one of them. All of his plates are cleaned when you take them back to the kitchen.

The reserved atmosphere between you makes you question if this is really the same guy. He has to be, right? The possibility of someone else like him was slim to none, with his curly hair that you desperately want to pull on again, his broad, handsome features that you could stare at forever and never get bored of, and his Levi's jeans that hug him in all the right places.

Returning to his table, you ask, "Can I tempt you with dessert?"

"I think you can. What would you recommend?"

"The cheesecake is my favourite, but I'm biased because I make the strawberry drizzle for it." You lean your hip against his table,

"Strawberry? I normally pick chocolate."

"We have a great chocolate cake too?" you suggest instead.

"No, let's try strawberry. I'll have a slice of cheesecake, please."

"Sure thing," you smile. When you turn back to the counter, you glance over your shoulder, catch him watching you. The sway of your hips is unintentional, should anyone ask.

You draw a few love hearts in strawberry sauce around the edge of the plate. There's something wrong with me, you think, but you don't get a new plate.

He turns the plate slowly once you put it down in front of him, considers each strawberry heart. Then his eyes turn up to you, and it's almost like those strawberry hearts are reflected in his dark, dangerous eyes. "Would you sit with me? Please?"

"I'm working," you smile, but still you linger at his table, waiting for him to convince you.

"I'm sure they won't mind," he says, nodding towards the other weary patrons, nursing steaming coffees, filling in crosswords with blotchy pens, or reading the sports pages.

No one gave you a second glance as you slid into the booth across from him.

You watch while he eats, his pretty pink lips closing around each bite. There's a comfortable silence between one, one that you could get entirely used to, if given the chance.

"It's nice to see you again," he smiles around the food in his mouth. You'd rather get used to his voice though.

Breaking into a grin, "I thought it was you!"

"I've been thinking about you," he half-drawls "Every day since I last saw you."

The last time you saw him was a couple of months ago -- six, maybe? -- sat at what might of been this very same booth. He was just as bruised and timelessly rugged as he is now, and you remembered him being with a another man -- older, more weathered, but rugged in the same sort of way. This guy, your guy, had ordered for the both of them, and seemed relieved to find his companion where he left him after your back alley escapade.

"This is really good," he compliments. "And it's your favourite, right? Have some," He offers you a piece of cheesecake on his fork, smeared with extra strawberry sauce that had dripped down onto the plate.

You open your mouth, lips closing around the fork just where his lips -- his soft, pink lips -- had been, and take the bite from him. You chew slowly. Even without the strawberry sauce you labour over making in the kitchen, the cheesecake really is good.

He watches you closely, and you find that you don't mind at all. He's not like other men, whose stares bore into you because they want to take something from you. No, no he looks at you like he wants you to take something from him.

The palm of his heavy-knuckled hand, the one that isn't still holding his fork, feels rough against your skin when he catches your chin; the pad of his thumb is slightly weathered when he swipes it over the corner of your mouth, catching a stray spot of strawberry drizzle. Pulling his hand back, you watch him -- his eye contact never wavering -- as he sucks his thumb into his mouth, licking it clean.

"When do you get off?" His question catches you off-guard, startling you from your fleeting thoughts of his lips and tongue and hands.

"Um," you try and remember your shift. "4 am." You glance at the clock on the wall and silent curse. Still two hours to go and there's no way he's going to wait for you, why would he? This perfect stranger with his split knuckles and pretty lips and --

"I think you deserve a break, don't you?"

You don't think this is like last time. This won't a quick smoke break endeavour. "I still have --," you're about to gesture at the other customers, but when you turn around, you find the diner empty. You hadn't even noticed them leave, you'd been so caught up with...

Shit. "I don't even know your name."

"Corey," he answers, and his accent swells stronger on his name than you'd noticed during the rest of your conversation.

You give your own name in return, giggling because you can't quite believe any of this is real. Because a beautiful boy walked into your diner and made you fall for him, and you never even thought to tell him your name.

Corey stands from the booth, not quiet as smoothly as you think he might of wanted to because his hip catches on the edge of the table. You're not surprised, he's built like a bull, all broad shoulders, broad hips, broad hands that trailing along the table top as he walks past. Even so, he wanders to the door, flips the open sign to closed and twists the lock.

The backroom is pretty small, the table has been wobbly for as long as you've been working there and no doubt for longer, and you distantly register that you never closed the door behind you, so you have a mostly-clear view into the diner, all the way to the locked front door, but you don't really have time to think about any of that. The only thought your mind can conjure up is please!

Corey is somewhere under your sunshine-yellow skirt, there's a sharp sting at your hip when he snaps the elastic of your panties against your skin, then his teeth biting so gently at the flesh of your thighs that they could be kisses instead. Desperate to see his face, you pull your skirt up to your waist and moan involuntarily at the sight of him, flushed and focused, between your legs.

His eyes glint impossibly dark, pupils blown wide, and he doesn't stop look at you. Reaching down, you twist your fingers through his tangle of curls, making him moan into your heat.

When he kisses you, he tastes just like you remembered, like cigarettes and something distinctly boyish, but now he has the sweetness of strawberries on his lips, like chapstick, and on his tongue there's the heady taste of your own arousal.

Corey's cock is pretty and pink just like the rest of him. (How can even his cock be pretty?) Grazing your entrance slowly, you angle your hips to encourage him, tightening your legs around his hips to pull him in.

"Is this okay?" he asks, tip pushing just enough to make you clench on him. His rumbling voice right by your ear makes you shiver, with anticipation, with need, with downright desperation.

"I've been thinking about you too," you say in lieu of any other answer. "Every night since I last saw you. Wanting to see you so bad."

Sinking it your wetness, Corey groans, sounding almost surprised. You clench around him to draw out the sound, louder and longer, until he makes himself pull back out, only so he can thrust back into you. The table rocks beneath you precariously, Corey's thrusts making it shudder an inch across the bubbling lino.

Corey's as good as you expected and even better; he's heavy on top of you, covering your torso with his, until there's nothing between you. His smell all around you, and you hope it seeps into your skin, taints you forever with the smell of the storm that he carries with him. His lips pressing wet open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach, along the soft line of your jaw and scattered on your neck, trickling down, down, down as he unbuttons your yellow shirt.

And his pretty cock isn't just for show; heavy inside of you, coated in the wet mess between your legs, hitting just the right spot to make you squirm and clench and rock your hips up against Corey's, his auburnish hair providing the most delicious, burning friction on your clit.

The tinny radio in the main diner is barely audible in the break room over the sounds you both make. Every thrust drawing a breath, or a groan, or a moan. Corey starts low in his throat, a rasp of a groan always on his lips, until he gets closer, and high little breaths spill out of him like he's going to cry if he doesn't finish right now.

You pull up your panties and catch Corey following your hands along your curves. He seems... cuter, somehow. Before he was a powerhouse of confidence, every bit the All-American rogue you daydream about walking through your diner doors. But now he's more modest; bashful as he tucks himself away.

The shift in personality brings your confidence back, and as the endorphins hums pleasantly under your skin, you feel like you did back then; taking a chance on hoping a pretty boy might make out you by the dumpsters.

You smile slyly at him as you straighten out your uniform, lip caught between your teeth. There's a string of hickies around your collar, you can feel them already. You want to poke and prod at them to stop them fading.

"I gotta go," he mumbles, doing up his fly and buckling his tarnished-silver belt buckle.

There's a long pause between the two of you. Uncertainty.

"Sure," you say. You chew your lip as you head back out to the diner, with Corey following behind. "So, um... will I see you around again?"

Corey shrugs, seeming genuinely unsure, "Maybe, maybe not. We might have to leave soon or... I'll see."

You decide not to push him on it, and there's too many reasons, too many different situations and scenarios for you to even start speculating on what might make him so skittish about sticking around. The thought forces an ache through your chest anyway.

"Well," you force a smile. "Whenever you come back, I'll be here waiting with a slice of cheesecake for you."

His smile lights up his whole face, tugging up one corner of his mouth and then the other in a dimpled grin.

Corey pays in cash and another kiss, before walking out of your life as if he didn't just ruin it.

You could recognise him anywhere. Anywhere, any place, any time. You'd recognise Corey by the sound of his boots on the lino, or by the smell of his cigarette breath, by the accent that cradles his words, or by the bruises that paint storms across his sunset skin.

He walks through the door, bell jingling cheerily at his arrival, and sits at a booth towards the back of the diner, shrugging his leather jacket off.

It'd be embarrassing how much his reappearance disarms you, if your mind could think of anything other than how you need to keep your promise.

There's a plate in your hand, a slice of cheesecake covered in strawberry drizzle sits pretty in the centre. You hardly remember crossing the diner; Corey's dark eyes watch the way your sunshine-yellow uniform hugs your hips as you walk.

Sliding into his booth, you place the cheesecake in front of him and press a fork into his scarred palm.

Pretty pink lips pull up into a broad grin that he almost bites back before giving in; his smile is glorious on his bruised face. His knuckles are split. His throat is ringed with yellowing bruises that shift when he swallows.

Your hand finds his on the table top. "Welcome back."

He eats slowly, even though you can tell he's hungry. After this, you'll fix him all the food he wants, plates upon plates of it until you're sure he's happy and well-fed.

"You in town for long?" This time, goes unsaid.

Corey's smile falters, his dark eyes reminding you that you probably can't even begin to imagine what it is he does, and where he goes and how he lives his life outside of the witching hours you spend with him in your diner.

"Yeah," he says, boyish smile returning. "I think I am."

on the topic of restaurant sex, you should also read [warnings apply]:

good boy by ghost (@/ghostwriterforghosts). corey and reader go out for dinner and he is very, very fun to tease.

#corey cunningham x reader #💗💌 corey's love letters 💌💗#take a shot every time i mention his lips (the prettiest softest pinkest lips in the world) 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗#or when i describe him as broad 💗💗💗💗💗💗#also listen we all have to agree to suspend our disbelief for the next 2000 words. reader is a perfectly capable waitress *and* chef #and shift buddies don't exist in this universe. neither does cctv 😎😈#corey will never go hungry on my watch and that is a bona fide anna promise #cunningmyers #<< arguably. if you want to interpret it that way #maybe that's where corey has to run off to after your break room tryst. back to michael like always.#if anyone wants to know where i think michael is at the end?? ask box is always open babyyyyyy

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